Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own any of the Devil May Cry characters in this fiction, if I did, Kyrie would have died in the first ten minutes of the game, very brutally and with lots of blood, Dante and Nero would be together...and Vergil would be shirtless in the third game...and Arkham would wear a frilly princess dress for my entertainment.

Rated Mature for Blood, Gore, Language, Angst, Future Hot Man Sex, Hurting Nero, and Hurting Dante.

Please don't kill me for this chapter?

Chapter Eleven: Unfinished Business

The shrill sound of the phone ringing in the office interrupted the two hunters in their shared bedroom. Dante groaned loudly when Nero separated the heated kiss and moved to get up. He quickly grabbed the younger man's devil bringer, bringing the hand to his lips before meeting his younger lover's eyes.

"Ignore it, kid." Dante said, kissing the softly glowing blue skin under the rough red hide.

"What if it's urgent? I thought we agreed that this wouldn't get in the way of missions after we first slept with each other." Nero said, suppressing a groan at Dante's lips brushing across the back of his oddly more sensitive hand. It was very tempting to just stay and most likely get fucked through the mattress like always, but he knew they could not pass up a mission just for the sake of having mind blowing sex. Nero pulled away from the older devil hunter, aware that his reasoning was growing weaker the longer Dante's hands were on him. He heard the elder groan and curse the day he made that promise as he walked out of their room, leaving Dante half naked and tied to the bed post. "Now I'm regretting it too..."

The phone stopped ringing just as Nero reached the bottom of the staircase. He hesitated, wondering if it was only the two girls he had met earlier that day checking in on them. The younger man smiled lightly, glad that it had stopped and about to head back to Dante when the phone started ringing again. His smile faded as he sighed, walking across the room and picking up the receiver.

"Devil May Cr-"

"What the hell are you two doing?" Nero winced at the loud voice screaming into his ear, making out a series of gunshots in the background over the phone once his ear stopped ringing. "How are you two dead to the world at a time like this?" He winced again at the loud voice, recognizing it as a very pissed off version of Lady.

"A time like what? It's six-"

"Get Dante off your ass and look out the damn window!" Lady shouted another gunshot resonating through the connection before the line when dead.

"The hell?" Nero muttered as he hung up, brushing a few strands of his hair out of his eyes before walking over to the window to see why the brunette had been yelling at him. The streets outside the office looked normal besides a light amount of flooding from the constant downpour. It was the dark sky the drew his attention from the ground. The black clouds swirled around a certain point in the sky north of the city, red lightning jumping from cloud to cloud as flames danced under them in the distance. "Dante!"

"What is it, kid?" The older man walked out of the bedroom, rubbing the wrist that he had just freed from the tight rope. He leaned over the railing of the small balcony, staring down and arching an eyebrow at the serious face the younger man had. "Something wrong?"

"How did you get into the demon world again?" Nero asked, already moving to grab his holster and Blue Rose. The younger hunter ran up the stairs, going to get Red Queen and some clothes from inside their bedroom. Dante's eyes widened before he followed the other man, swearing under his breath for forgetting his father's sword and the 'docile' Hell Gate.

The storm became blinding as they drove closer to the swirling red and black sky. The two demon slayers were soaked to the bone in minutes as the wind whipped the heavy rain into them. Nero held on tightly to Dante as they sped down the rural road, his left arm aching slightly in its sling. He pushed aside the discomfort, keeping his eyes on the large hellish mass of clouds that were forming a twister of red lightning in the sky.

A sudden screech from behind them caught his attention. The motorcycle swerved as if something had hit it a few seconds later, making him glance over his shoulder to see a red demon running behind them on four legs. Nero gritted his teeth, looking down at the back tire to see that the demon's sharp claws had near broke through the rubber. He pulled his left arm out of his sling, tossing the material off of the bike as he unholstered Blue Rose, keeping his tight hold on Dante with his devil bringer. The elder slayer heard the younger man reload his revolver, frowning as he realized what the younger man was doing.

Nero shot the large demon from the back of Dante's motorcycle, glaring as more and more demons started to appear around them. He missed a few times as the older man dodged through the crowds of demons, cracks forming in the pavement of the road as they neared the eye of the calamitous storm. The breaks in the road suddenly burst with red flames, the fire reaching for the two hunters as the tires screamed at the turns Dante was making.

"Kid! Your arms not healed yet!" Dante yelled over the deafening sound of the demonic thunder and the screams of the now dozens of demons following them.

"Just focus on driving, old man! We have bigger problems than my fucking arm right now!" Nero fired Blue Rose again, watching another one of the crimson hellhounds fall to the ground dead and disappear on the road behind them.

Dante opened his mouth to object but did not get the opportunity as they arrived at the Hell Gate. The ground surrounding the sword of Sparda was ripping and flying up into the red and black twister above it, black stone covered in demonic writing being revealed under it as red lightning struck the demonic sword. The motorcycle screeched to a stop, Dante drawing Ebony and shooting a few of the demons that had gotten a little too close to them.

"Kid, I need you to hold them off as long as possible while I try to seal the gate-" A loud crushing sound behind them drew his attention away from the Hell Gate. The cracks in the road behind them widened, the red flames blinding as the ground split and collapsed into itself.

A large clawed crimson paw emerged from the flames, creating indents on the pavement and earth where it stepped. The red lightning coiled around the demon's leg as it pulled itself into the demon world, standing taller than a two story building. The mouth on its long muzzle curled up into a snarl as its four electrified eyes spotted the two hunters, its five tails flicking as if it had found what it was looking for. I'm going to take a wild guess and say that Rabi sent us a playmate. I can't let the kid fight that thing with only one arm.

"Change in plans." Dante said, looking over at the younger man and half wishing he had convinced him to stay at the office while he dealt with the demon world. "Let me barrow your revolver. I'll take care of the mutt while you pull the sword out. Watch your back when you do."

"You don't think I can hold that thing off?" Nero threw him a glare while tossing Blue Rose, the elder catching it without tearing his eyes from the large hellhound nearing them. Thunder rolled through the sky above them as the wind picked up, blowing their hair every which way.

"I know for a fact that you could, kid, but if we don't seal off that gate, the entire human world will be flooded with these things soon." Dante turned to him and smirked. "Why? Too scared to pull a sword out of a rock, punk?"

"Fuck off, old man."

"Maybe later, kid." The older hunter winked at him, holstering Ebony before pulling Rebellion off his back. He sprinted towards the hellhound and the horde of demons, yelling a quick wish of luck behind him as he started shooting the mass of devils. Nero watched him go before moving to complete his half of the work, running to the demonic sword pulsing inside the circular black slate of stone. He grabbed the hilt when he reached it, wincing as the sword burned through the thick hide of his devil bringer. He pulled despite the pain, the sword deciding that it was very happy with the place it currently resided and not budging even an inch.

"What is the matter? You use to wish to open a portal to the underworld and become the ruler of the demon world. What happened to the Vergil I once knew?" Nero growled, letting go of the sword as the white rabbit stood in front of him casually. Both of the rabbit's ears were gone now but the beady eyes were still there to stare him down. The younger man reached back for the hilt of the Red Queen, sick of listening to the demons rambling. He swore the beady eyes narrowed at him as he did.

"You know, I never forgave you for slicing my old body to pieces. Perhaps, I should return the favor." Nero pulled the Red Queen off his back just as he heard a loud clink echo in front of him.

Red splashed between the younger devil hunter and the demonic rabbit. Nero tasted copper flood his mouth, his azure eyes not moving from his sword that was caught halfway in slicing Rabi in half. The rabbit stared back, seemingly unnerved at how it had a large gash from its right shoulder to the middle of its torso. It was more interested in the young man standing and suppressing the pain that wanted to show on his face, Sparda's sword speared through the left side of his chest.

"You were in my way. If you had not sliced my body with your sword back then, I would say that this was not personal. You most likely don't even remember that event but this is satisfying revenge nonetheless." Rabi watched blood spill from Nero's lips as the young slayer spat at him.

"Fuck you!" The ex-order member strained to keep himself standing, the pain from the wound in his chest unbearable but he was not about to let the damn demon see the pain he was feeling. He felt his dark blood drip down his lips, struggling to keep his eyes open as they threatened to close. Nero growled through the liquid pouring out his mouth as his legs collapsed beneath him, the burning pain forcing his body to shut down even with his determination. He grabbed the sword with his devil bringer tightly, hearing a faint scream of his name as he refused to let his glare lessen even when he felt his body start to grow numb and cold.