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Dreams Will Be Made Of These	By : Britt_601 Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 3810 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry or its characters. Blah, blah, blah-no money is made off of this either.

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Chapter 5: How About Half of a Kiss?

The vast, green environment the two hunters trotted through couldn't match the radiance of the demonic forest in Fortuna. It didn't appear magically manicured and planted as the forest on his island. Well, it wouldn't be as radiant and picture perfect because these wooded plains are natural. There wasn't any Hell Gate affecting the landscape, no parasitic seeds to attach itself to a host, or no psychotic plant lady trying to eat or maim you.

Wild rhododendron bushes grew over the lengths of a dirt pathway, littered with shiny, dark leaves splashed with mauve and pink blossoms. Nero guessed this section of land once remained in top condition, but for whatever reason the owner must have grown tired of the upkeep.

Moss-covered plants crunched under his brown boots in silence, smelling an ozone musk hovering in the air. Breezy, fresh cool wind blew through the trees and made Nero feel at ease… if only for a moment.

Bugs and gnats took a special liking to Nero, buzzing around him like a piece of dung or rotting flesh while appearing to ignore Dante. To make himself an easier target for the pests so he couldn't swat them away like the insects they were, Nero's balance drifted as he stepped on the uneven, muddy plane with Dante walking along without fault, humming a grim tune.

Feed the devil to me. Crave his lusting aura...

Nero smacked his forehead with his devil bringer, smashing half of a fly on his face, hoping to stop his inner demon from saying nonsensical ramblings. No matter how much his demonic side egged him, his rising and angsty urges won't make him go out and hump the next thing that moved, as Dante claimed before.

His thoughts made a mistake in replacing Kyrie for the veteran. Dante didn't fancy after males and neither did he, so what's the reason his demon wanted him to act on its desires?

Do not suppress your desires. You will fall under its weight...

"Seriously, shut the fuck up!" He growled in a low tone to the persistent voice. The partial-demon rolled his eyes and gritted his teeth, closing his eyelids to inhale a calm breath; failing to see where he walked before colliding into Dante's muscular backside.

Marvel in you needs. Claim his lust.

He cursed himself, nerves jumping into taut strings. It was bad enough Dante humiliated him, but he just had to make matters worse by pressing up against him, too focused on silencing his inner demon.

The hybrid's unique scent returned full force, with hints of strawberries and a dash of worn leather. Nero's heartbeat quickened the longer he stayed frozen in place. If he moved too quickly, then Dante would think he intentionally planned it. If he moved too slowly off him, then his embarrassment would convey to the elder. So... what other option did he have other than to stay there?

The sudden heat enveloping him from his flustered action ceased to carry the agitated aura when Dante confronted him. This one warmed him like a soothing lullaby, inviting him to nestle closer to the veteran and bathe himself in its comforting embrace.

The teen's human conscience battled to his mind's forefront, reminding him of the distance he wanted to keep from the dope and his mood swings; how this situation in no way helped his cause.

His hands shot forward on instinct, bracing himself from the impact, giving the impression to give Dante a massage. In a momentary fit of realizing the picture, he noted how his body seemed to mold into one with the half-demon, like it just fit there.

To add to his misfortune to run away, his personal area decided to wake up and see its disturbance. Along with it came an airy smell he couldn't describe, but it arose when he felt horny. The young man needed a distraction lest he explain his stick pointing near Dante's…

Dante snorted. "What is up with you today?"

Fulfill my desire. Claim his lust.

Never more thankful for the distraction, Nero tore himself away from his mold and stared forward, steeling his face void of emotion. Dante turned around and eyed Nero's twitchy left hand, the teen battling his will to prevent his finger from swiping his favorite place on the side of his nose.

"You weren't going to sneeze into my coat were you?"

When Nero first ran into him, he presumed Nero to jump on his back and tackle him to initiate one of their 'kiss and make up' banters. But after the kid stayed there with his hands on his shoulders, with his body pressed up against his posterior, and a quickening heart beat, he had thought… well he didn't know what the hell to think. Other than the punk attempted to cop a rub?

Practicing a wary caution near the brat would prepare him better towards the fledgling's antics. Those virile and young emotions coursing through his blood burst without notice. Even when he lived around that stage of his life, Dante kept his sentiments in check and unleashed them when the time was necessary: either on demons, on human males, or in females.

Nero let those suckers fly when the need arose, no matter the situation and apparently, that meant now. First the kid insults him, then he spews random stuff, and now he's trying to cop a feel?

Damn that drama queen and those potent hormones.

Nero moved forward with Dante right on his tail, burrowing disinterest in engaging in another confrontation with the elder. Just because he would end up looking like an ass.

"Weird stuff is up with me today."

"Nero," Dante spoke, as if he berated a juvenile. The punk didn't trail on his heels in the first place, and Dante stopped because he thought the youth told him to shut up for humming. In fact, he had about five feet worth of distance to the left of the kid, so that gave Nero plenty of time to stop his legs from colliding to his back. They didn't travel in a straight line either. So what... what seemed to be the problem?

"I keep hearing... this voice in my head and it seems lonely, okay. So it keeps bumpin' its gums and saying creepy shit and I keep telling it to shut up."

Nero processed his spoken words, sounding like he regained his bravado in slow increments. Yes. Yes. No more did he have to harbor an awkward sentiment about the confrontation. Wandering around sullen like an angry child didn't suit him to the better; dumbing him down to the likes of a spoiled brat. Speaking of which, since Dante liked to toy with him so much and be an ass, now held the time for some payback.

Dante raised a lone eyebrow. "What kind of weird shit?"

"Anything it wants to say."

The elder remained quiet.

"… Well?"

"Can you be more specific." His tone remained flat besides the lighter topic.

"Whatever it has a mind to say it does."

Dante raised his other eyebrow at the youth, partly because he wanted to question Nero's sanity. The veteran didn't know if the brat spoke to him, or to himself, or 'the friend' living inside his mind. How creepy. Sure his demon side (if the demonic head voice is what Nero implied) talked to him once in a while, but it usually went for making decisions in battle… and maybe which chick to take home to quench his horny nature.

"You know there's a name for people who talk to themselves, right?"

"Uh, no."

"They're called the homeless."

Okay, the payback thing would have to return to back burner.

And yet Dante did it again. He grouped together harmless words that opened old wounds, reminding him of an obstacle he had to overcome alone.

Nero had kinda been homeless on his long trek to find the devil hunter. The run-down, roach-infested motels he slept in gave way to restless nights, plaguing his mind with his forced evacuation. Swallowed pride accepted defeat when he had to rest on a bench for the night, starting his day early in the morning to continue his voyage due to low finances.

Fortuna hadn't been home to him since the Sanctus incident. His home invited a cold, empty feeling that hovered in the air. Maybe the sudden bonding with the elder left him with longing after his departure. No one in that sad ass town could match his wits, let alone challenge him in vigor. If the bum came by a few times to visit, then he probably wouldn't even be in this position.

Dante saw the subtle changes in the teen's face, as if his emotions hid beneath a mask. This time, he tried to put forth an effort to lighten the mood, but his comments lowered the kid's ego.

"Well… that is if you're Agni or Rudra," he stated, rubbing a hand behind his neck, hoping to steer Nero away from whatever harrowing thoughts he unknowingly brought forward.

Nero squinted his eyes in confusion. "And who are they?"

"Two devil arms who took an oath to never talk again for the sake of my sanity."

With quick effort, his mind pushed the images forward of Dante's treasured devil arms adorning the walls and rooms of Devil May Cry, letting his somber memories fade into the forgotten recesses of his psyche. He still didn't know who Agni and Rudra were, sticking to his own weapons and their familiarity, but he was glad Dante changed the subject.

To make sure to hide his erection from Dante, he kept his back towards him. There didn't habit a need for the thing to come out at a time like this. The quicker they got to the lady's house, the quicker he could separate from the hybrid and blame the adrenaline rush on his problem.

Except Dante outlived being a fool... at times.

Being a Cambion had its perks. His senses attuned to smell odors miles away, enhanced vision to detect the slightest movement… and all that other good junk. He didn't have to see Nero to know he had a hard-on; he could inhale the pheromones.

"Why would anyone swear to never talk again?"

"Because-" Dante walked in exact strides to Nero, who stopped with widened eyes, placing his right arm on his hip and Blue Rose across his crotch.

Aww, he tried to play it off. Dante stopped himself from calling out the punk because the display threatened to tickle him to the core, granted he contained himself, barely. "-it really grinds my gears when people talk more than me.” He turned around to look at Nero, seeing if his stance would falter but the little soldier held strong.

The youth may not know it yet, but his arousal had an alluring effect drawing the hybrid nearer to him, the perfume of minty black ash coiling around his nostrils. It did stir a familiar sensation within him but alas, he can only indulge in the intoxicating essence from afar... at another time.

Nero peered past a red shoulder, seeing blue smoke surrounding the woman's front yard just beyond the edge of the unkempt forest. The elder faced towards the house, the youngster's legs moving on their own to pass by him.

Cerulean hues bulged when Dante walked beside him, leaning over to sniff his neck, making the teen flinch, feeling his heart spike at the sudden motion.

Dante sniffed again. "You smell... bothered."

Oh crap! Can he detect the musk of his erection, if he thought it was that? How embarrassing. "Yeah well, you don't smell like French vanilla either." Nero looked for a distraction away from his aroma.

"When have I smelled like French vanilla before, … oh wait."

"I guess since you're always around Trish you forget what it smells like, and her fragrance gets on you. It's an improvement from smelling like stale pizza, gunpowder and shitty perfume."

"Says the guy who also eats stale pizza when there's nothing left to eat, the guy who whimpers when his gun can't pop off quick enough, and the guy always around the guy that smells like shitty perfume."

The partial-hybrid chuckled in a light huff. Okay so he got him there.

The angry aura surrounding them in a thick blanket lessened its covering, easing the stressful ambiance.

“Do you ever consider using some of that alcohol to sanitize yourself after being with those chicks?"

Yup. Bragging rights and bravado returned with an edge. That sinking void started to close up, feeling himself return to his old character. At the slow but steady pace they strolled, they neared their destination, Nero's right arm pulsing stronger.

"Is that so?" Dante said, walking ahead with a small grin splitting half his face. "I'm sensing jealousy here. Don't get mad 'cause I have more than two hands to help me out."

"Oh hardy har-har. Jest all you want to. I'll have the last laugh when your dick is the color of your shirt."

The youth strolled ahead, smiling in triumph but halted his steps when he didn't hear the chieftain's footfalls behind him. "Oh no, not again," he groaned to himself in silence. "Things were back on track! Please don't say I fucked it up!"

Your puerility will cost you dearly.

The teenager turned around and saw Dante motionless, wondering if he took his comment too far. He held that same stoic expression again, showing no signs of what he felt. It wouldn't seem like the hybrid would be affected by the words, he thought it good to keep up the friendly banter.

Your chances are dwindling.

Nero agreed, but for them to be on a leveled plane. "Come on dude. Those chicks look like clowns with all that makeup on," he said, laughing to make the elder get the joke, yet Dante remained impassive.

He shifted to his left to look at the man from a better angle, face scrunched when Dante hadn't shuffled from the original spot Nero just vacated. The youngster ultimately forgot about his faltering tent and moved towards the halfling, failing to see the elder take a discreet peek to Nero's south of the border.

Facing the same way Dante did, he viewed these brownish-looking demons carrying these big... circles on their shoulders... backs… or something, slightly headed to the side of the house. These 'spheres' appeared to be a massive burden to the creatures based off their struggling gait, and Nero evoked the urge to personally "relieve" them of their stress balls.

"Hell Wraths." Dante mumbled in a quiet tone.

"I'm guessing they're the party crashers," said Nero, sensing relief because the red one wasn't mad.

"Yeah, I guess."

That wasn't on the note Nero almost made him eat, though it came as a neutral surprise to the hunter. For one, he could make the Wraths blast its Hell-bound buddies accidentally on purpose, since its logic is minuscule. And two, to his dissatisfaction, he'd probably have to be in the explosion to lure the Soul Eaters while in their tentacle form. Still there wasn't a mentioning of them anywhere.

"Nero, you're fired-"

His tension returned."What?"

"-from answering the phone. Missing details much?"

His tension went away.

"Fine with me. Maybe you'll answer the phone for once," Nero spoke out, glaring and relieved the veteran didn't sound angry anymore.

"Gladly, since you don't write everything you hear."

“Oh, I'm sure you miss looking at your pretty writing style.” Dante sucked in half his left cheek, lowering his eyelids into slits. The teen continued, “Besides I wrote down all she said. She said nothing about these so-called Wraths."

“I don't feel like baby-sitting you-”

How fortunate for you.

"I can take care of myself-"

He scoffed. "Sure you can, but let's hurry so we can get back."

"So we've kissed and made up then?" Nero visibly blanched but tried to hide it as a shrug. It slipped out a little quicker than expected. Well, he meant to say that, but not with those choice of words. However Dante mentioned a "we", so it should be cool between them now, right?

Dante saw the fledgling flinch, but he kept quiet on the gesture. His spirits needed to rise a little; seeing him with a flat personality disturbed him a bit.

"Not all the way yet, kid. There's a high percentage that your ass will sting from the beat down I'm gonna give ya. After the demons get a head start on you. " Dante unholstered his prized guns, placing Ivory behind his right shoulder and twirling Ebony in his left hand. Dante flashed a crooked grin as he sauntered past Nero, giving him a rough, shoulder nudge in doing so.

Hmm, a spanking is to be sired by your selfish whims.

"Pfft, not without putting up a fight, you won't," he said aloud, secretly glad they had this little reunion so they could focus on the task. Awkward silences wouldn't do them good if they bumped into each other, meaning in battle and... not if they somehow stumbled and rolled on top of one another. He sighed before following the chieftain into the fight about to ensue.

Well, the ass-whupping couldn't be too bad. At least Dante called him kid again. Aww, great, Dante called him kid again.

A/N: I know it can seem like I'm 'jumping around' a bit in this chapter, but I wanted to show the remnants of their heated confrontation slowly simmering away through awkward talks and gestures. Kind of like how you try to recover from an embarrassing situation and you can't quite find your balance yet so your still a little clumsy...

Okay, since they're already ready to fight and what not, let's get to the action, shall we. And since Nero has his little, erm, problem, I'm gonna have to find a way for the both of them to "accidentally" bump into each other on purpose, lol.
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