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, Hot Man Sex, Hurting Nero, Hurting Dante, and A Sex Addicted Nero.

Chapter Fifteen: Blue Winter Roses

A few days had past since their confessions to one another and the sexual frustration was starting to get to the elder hunter. Dante himself had suggested the small break in their sex life so the younger man's chest would heal properly, a little afraid that if he devil triggered while fucking the younger man that he might accidentally tear open the scaring cuts.

Still, there was always one thought that had constantly pestered Dante during his time living with the younger man and it was starting to annoy him how much he was thinking of it now. Even after Fortuna and Rabi it still bugged him but he knew that Nero would never let him get close enough to it without objecting. The repeating thoughts were beginning to torment him along with the persuasive purring of his stronger and hornier demon side.

Dante found his eyes sliding down to glance at Nero's softly glowing demonic arm again, a pizza slice in one hand as he chewed on the tip of it in thought. It was obvious that it had a tie to his brother, but that still did not explain why Nero would only let him touch it for a short period of time. He hoped that it was not because of pain, the small broken piece of the red armor catching his eye quickly at the thought.

He tore his eyes from the blue glow, knowing that this was the hundredth time he had caught himself staring and decided to distract himself with the sight of the tight denim jeans hugging the other slayer's hips. A smile crossed his lips as his eyes moved up to the long sleeved white shirt the ex-order member wore, wondering if Nero knew how sexy yet innocent he looked in the color. The elder made a small mental note to buy the younger man more white clothes as soon as he had the money, the sight of his silver hair and pale skin blending with the soft white fabric more than worth the price.

Nero took a second slice of the freshly delivered pizza they were having for dinner, leaning back on his devil bringer as he sat on his perch on the corner of the older hunter's desk. His eyes caught Dante's when he reached for his soda, a flicker of a smile on his lips before he turned his head back to watch the snow drifting down from the heavens outside through the somewhat mucky windows. His chest was hurting a lot less now thanks to the older man. Though, Nero was a bit worried about the hungry gazes sent in his direction when Dante let his guard down, the older man's demon side noticeably craving to fuck him again. A few times, it felt like the gazes were literally undressing him and they were starting to make him squirm slightly whenever he caught the red tinted eyes staring him down.

Of course, Nero's demon side welcomed the stares, growling for its mate despite how many times Nero told it to shut the hell up. He already had to deal with his own small sex addiction, he did not need his internal demon breathing down his neck and whispering about how many naughty things Dante could do to him. He felt a small shiver run down his spine as one of those whispers entered his mind once more, swallowing heavily and standing up from his spot on the desk top.

"I think I'll head outside for a while. Maybe patrol the city for a bit." Nero said, cutting through the silence that had surrounded them as they ate. Dante swallowed the sip of beer he had taken, nodding and watching the younger hunter walk towards the stairs without another word.

"Make sure to wear enough, kid. It would be bad if you ended up sick with your chest still like that." The elder said, his concern for the other slayer's health slipping out of his mouth as he got lost in his thoughts again. He wanted to get a little closer to the younger man's arm, just to quell the curiosity that he swore Nero had rubbed off on him. After that, he would back off from the entire subject. He knew for a fact that the demonic arm was a sore spot for Nero. The cruel actions and exile from the citizens of Fortuna was always fresh on the younger hunter's mind, no matter how often Dante reminded him that he was accepted by at least a few people.

Dante yanked himself out of his thoughts again, shaking his head and wondering if the lack of sex was starting to drive him into his own mind for some form of salvation from his tempting lover. He pulled his feet off from their normal position on top of his oak desk when he heard Nero come down the stairs. The younger man was dressed in the same tight jeans with his brown boots on, a thick long sleeved red hoodie covering his white shirt. A small silk scarf was wrapped several times around his neck, still lose enough for Dante to catch a small peek at the slowly healing mate mark he had given Nero. The older devil slayer's inner demon purred, his teeth aching slightly as he wanted to renew the faded blemish on the perfect skin of the other man.

"I'll be back soon, old man. Make sure your Alzheimer's doesn't act up while I'm gone or else no one will be able to help you remember what the pizza number is." Nero teased, walking towards the door and hearing Dante get up and follow him.

"That was one time, kid. Besides, it was your fault I couldn't find it. Your claws ripped it up when we fucked on my desk that one time." Dante leaned down to kiss the top of Nero's forehead when he stepped closer to the other hunter, taking a moment to revel in the sweet scent of his hair and skin.

"Yeah, well, you're lucky I remembered it or else you might have starved." Nero blushed lightly at the older hunter's actions while he tried to taunt him, scratching the side of his nose in embarrassment. "I'll see you later." His cheeks tinted a shade darker as he boldly pressed his lips to Dante's in a chaste kiss. The elder kissed back lightly, making Nero jump suddenly when he felt Dante's fingers brush against the palm of his devil bringer. He pulled away, muttering another goodbye before exiting the office.

Dante groaned, knowing he should not have touched Nero's arm like that in such a soft kiss but the damn curiosity would not leave him alone. He had touched the demonic arm before, several times in fact, but he just had to know why the younger demon slayer pulled away whenever he touched it. He hummed softly to himself as he peered out the window to see Nero shake off the snow flakes that were nearly invisible in his hair as he walked down the street. That was it. He was going to find out what exactly was with the ex-order members arm...and he had just the plan to do it.

Nero sighed when he returned to Devil May Cry, finding that he had stayed out longer than he had planned. He brushed the snow off of his shoulders and hair before rubbing his hands together quickly, attempting to warm them with the friction and reminding himself to take a glove for his human hand the next time he left. His devil bringer had managed to keep itself naturally warm but as for his human hand, it was cold enough to the point where it may have been in danger of frostbite it he had not returned when he did. Damn, I wish I could have stayed in the snow just a bit longer... He groaned inside his mind, not liking how the cold even made his chest hurt a bit more than it had been in the morning.

The young hunter unwrapped the white scarf around his neck, tossing it over the coat rack standing by the heavy wooden doors. He pulled off the red hoodie as well, the wetness of the slowly melting snow stuck to it not helping him fight off the chill in his skin. Nero toed off his boots and wet socks, finding that even if he loved the snow, he still hated when it got inside his boots and melted into freezing slosh.

He glanced around the office once he had taken off the winter clothing, raising an eyebrow when he did not see Dante sitting behind his desk or napping on the hard springs of the couch. He took a few steps inside, peeking quickly into the kitchen only to find it empty as well. Did I miss a call for a mission when I was out? I doubt Dante would have left for anything else.

"You here, old man?" Nero called out, walking over to the staircase as he waited for an answer. He frowned when he did not get one, disappointed at how he had most likely missed the first mission they had gotten in a few days. The young man turned around walking towards the oak desk to seek out any notes the elder had taken about the location of the mission. Nero jumped and gasped as he felt arms wrap around his waist from behind, nearly slamming his elbow into the man behind him before he heard a chuckle by his ear.

"Jumpy, aren't you, kid?" Dante said, his hot breath hitting Nero's ear and making him shutter. The older hunter was so warm that it felt like the faintest touch was searing him though his cool clothes. The younger man found himself leaning back into the heat, tensing when he felt Dante bury his face into the cold and lightly pink skin of his neck.

"You're really warm. It kind of hurts." Nero muttered, confused on whether or not to lean more into the touch. He gasped sharply when Dante slipped his hands under his white shirt, scolding his abs with the comforting heat.

"Don't you know the temperature drops more at night, kid? I almost sent out a search party for you thinking you were nothing more than an icicle by now." Dante nuzzled the cool burn of the flesh against him, honestly a bit concerned at how close to freezing the younger slayer was. "We better get you upstairs and warm you up. I doubt you will heal faster with frostbite."

Nero nodded lightly, blushing as a kiss singed the skin over the bruise of the mate mark on his neck. He wondered if Dante was actually trying to seduce him. Whether he was or not, the younger man still felt a pang of arousal at the heated skin on his, a desire for more filling his veins. He bit back a moan when the hands sliding across his stomach left him, another kiss brushing against his shoulder before Dante disappeared up the stairs, Nero just a step behind him.

Nero followed Dante into their room, stopping once he had taken a step into the room. The usual black satin sheets on the bed had been replaced with a large red comforter, soft fur covering every inch of the bed up to the black satin pillows. Small little rose petals were scattered alone the bed and floor around it, making Nero tilt his head to the side in curiosity at how the elder had found the red and blue roses in the beginning of winter.

Dante smirked at the ex-order member as he walked across the room, pulling his black shirt off before sitting on the crimson colored fur. He patted his lap, telling the younger man that he was to sit there rather than any other place on the large bed big enough for three people. Nero blushed and faked a frown, pulling off his own shirt despite it and moving over to the older man. He felt the scorching hands on him again as he was dragged high onto the bed so he was lying on top of Dante, a few of the heated fingers sliding down his chest to his belt.

"Your pants are wet." Dante spoke simply, reasoning that a few drops of melted snow on the bottom hem of the younger hunter's pants legs was a good enough excuse to undress him. Nero made no objection as his belt was hastily unbuckled and the zipper was dragged down, a soft moan managing to escape his lips as the pants and another pair of Dante's boxers were pulled off him. The clothing was thrown to the other side of the room, Dante's own joining it after a moment. The younger man expected lips to be on his next, to be seduced into being fucked through the wall like normal but instead he felt the soft fur wrapped around them loosely.

Nero blushed as he felt his body react to the searing heat enveloping him, the warmth of the other man's body against his turning him on even if most of the touches had been innocent. Lips did claim his after a moment, softly as if the elder was in no rush to take him. The younger man felt his eyes slide shut, his left hand tangling in the silver mane of the other hunter's hair as he kissed back. He felt the burning hands running across his sides, parting his lips for Dante as a hot tongue licked across the seam of his lips. Nero moaned as he felt on of the hands move dangerously close to his awakened arousal, stroking his hip gently as he bucked up into the touch lightly. His eyes snapped open when he felt fingers brush against the palm of his devil bringer, pulling away sharply from the elder devil hunter's lips.

"What the hell, old man?" Nero seethed at the man over him, trying to yank his devil bringer out of Dante's grasp but the grip was too tight. He felt the heat in his cheeks increase as the older slayer's thumb moved across his palm lightly.

"That's my line, kid." Dante said, frowning slightly as he held the younger demon hunter's demonic arm. He could not help but notice the increased crimson staining the pale cheeks of the other man. "You keep flinching away whenever I touch your bringer lately. If the broken hide hurts that much than you should just tell me."

"It's not that it hurts!" Nero gritted his teeth as the flush on his face deepened its color. Dante raised a silver eyebrow at the exclamation, glancing at the younger hunter's devil bringer before slowly running his thumb on the ribbed glowing skin of the palm. Nero gasped and shut his eyes tightly, his hips bucking up to grind against the elder's. Dante could not help the smirk that formed on his face, rubbing his thumb across the demonic flesh again and ripping a moan out of Nero's throat.

"I see that now, kid. It looks like I found a new toy to play with." The younger man tried to glare at him, only managing to narrow his eyes slightly before another wispy brush on his palm made his eye snap shut and his erection throb heavily. "How long has this been going on? I don't remember it being like this the last time we had sex."

"I don't know how it ha-happened either. I-It just started after we got back from the demon world. Maybe I'm just frustrated or...or maybe it's all the healing I've had to do but I can't let it touch anything wi-without..."

"This happening?" Dante questioned, leaning down and dragging his tongue from the base of Nero's middle finger up to the sharp talon. The man under him writhed at the touch, tossing his head back into the pillow and biting his lip hard enough to bleed as the ecstasy flooded into his every nerve.

"Dante..."

"Yeah?"

"I'm so...kicking your ass for this tomorrow." Nero breathed, his eyes falling half closed as another soft moan escaped him. Dante chuckled lightly before glancing at the clock, making sure to keep stroking the azure skin while he did.

"Tomorrow, huh? Well, that still gives me plenty of time to play."