Truth, Dare and Demons | By : RenoTurk Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 5261 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2 |
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Kyrie's soft voice rang out along the hallway of the local church, Nero was outside listening but as usual didn't feel that comfortable by entering the building. It had actually felt even more uncomfortable after he'd slept with Dante. Knowing the Order would most likely condemn his actions, and whilst he wasn't all that worried about the end result of where he'd be going he didn't fancy burning up as he walked over the threshold.
He'd made a decision to tell her that they were not going to be able to carry on as they were, he loved her, but he realised now it was more like the sister he had always had. He had fought for her, but he'd have done that without really being in love the way he thought he was. He'd have done it because she was someone he had love for in his heart, but... if he was honest Dante had in one foul swoop turned his world around.
When Kyrie left the church she nearly missed seeing him, she stepped over and went to kiss him, Nero stopped her softly. The look in his eyes told her everything she needed to know and without stopping to have the painful conversation about why he had made that decision she simply started off towards her home.
“Kyrie...” He went to follow her, then realised she wasn't going to feel ready for that sort of chat.
When Dante appeared in front of her he wanted to punch him, had the asshole been following him all day? Nero was about to yell at him but Kyrie said something. Nero couldn't make it out, Dante looked genuinely concerned, the smirk gone from his face. He nodded only the once, and then Kyrie slapped him hard around the side of his face, within seconds the red mark of her hand rose up on his skin and she was gone.
“What the fuck did you say?” Nero glared at him, his eyes flashing red.
“Chill...” Dante shook his head softly. “She told me I should look after you, I nodded and she said she knew it was my fault but not how and then she slapped me.”
“Someone's told her?” Nero looked at him dismayed.
“I don't think so but she probably thinks I told you that dating a full human was a bad idea or something silly like that.” Dante sighed. “You're wonderful Order are kinda assholes that way if you recall.”
“True.” Nero calmed down a little, his hand went into his pocket, his eyes returning to the soft demonic blue. “I shouldn't lie to her Dante. This is already wrong enough.”
“Felt pretty right to me.”
“Doesn't ANYTHING worry you?” Nero snapped. “You act like you don't even care so how do I know what you do or don't think about me, about... about anything.”
“You're so volatile, little punk.” Dante chuckled. “And utterly way too serious. I know it seems like it's all a bit of a mess, maybe it is but you're really not helping yourself by getting so uptight.”
“Oh and laughing and taking the piss out of me is a good idea is it?” Nero scowled. “I was going to talk with her and you show up, now it looks like I can't fight a fucking battle without you.”
“I know you can Nero, and more importantly so do you.” Dante put his hand on his shoulder, his eyes meeting the younger man's. “You're trying too hard to please everyone. You should be trying to find a way to make yourself happy first.”
Nero sighed, he made it all sound so easy but the very reason he was so confused is because he didn't seem to have any form of committal from man in front of him. Everything he had imagined as a way forward in his life was changing, all of the things he loved and desired had changed in priority when he'd realised Kyrie was not the one. In the end he turned to leave but his hand was caught by Dante who pulled him back and kissed him deeply.
Nero was going to protest, but then Dante pulled free anyway with a smirk. He looked a the punk and then winked, before pointing to the side door of the church.
“Feel like being damned a little more?”
“What?” Nero looked at him, mildly surprised.
“Oh come on, there's a distinctly dirty urge I need to act out right now. Let's go fuck in the confession booth... please?” He whined with a grin.
“Um...” Well considering everything else... “Oh fuck it, why not...”
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