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Baby, You're a Firework	By : Blood_of_Dusk Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 2452 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Baby, You're a Firework
- 1
"Go to... What? No way in Hell, old man!"
"Why not?" Dante chuckled. "Don't you like to have fun?"
"Not in public..."
"Oh," Dante seemed to purr in a voice suddenly low and gruff, pinning Nero with this piercing look that made the younger male feel cornered, "so you like private fun?" Nero just gawked and blushed for a moment, about to protest, but his silence only gave enough time for Dante to find a reason to laugh at him. And he did, barking out that boisterous laughter and slapping his thigh.
"I'm just jokin', kid. You should'a seen your face!" He gave another little laugh for emphasis. "Priceless." Nero just huffed and rolled his eyes, turning away and attempting to walk back upstairs to his room. Maybe if he hid away from Dante for long enough, the halfbreed would forget about it.
"Hey, c'mon..."
But that was just wishful thinking. Dante was standing in his way before Nero even made it to the first step. He just gave a halfhearted glare, mainly because the oddly excited, hopeful look on Dante's face prevented the younger hunter from pouring all of his heart into it; crossing his arms across his chest.
"C'mon," he said, more softly and only barely tinged with amusement, as opposed to how it had been laced with it before, "don't be like that. It'll be really fun."
"Yeah, but according to you, I'm 'antisocial', so what makes you think I wouldn't hate it?" Nero just gave him that all-too-familiar scowl of his. Dante smirked.
"I bet you'd really love it."
"I bet I'd want to hang myself."
"I bet you'd have a great time."
"I bet I'd die."
"May as well die doing something you love."
"Dante!" Nero gritted his teeth, growled out the older man's name.
"Please, for me?" Nero actually laughed, but it was one of more scorn than humor; though he seemed to be giving in, to Dante's delight.
"Dante," he sighed, "what the Hell am I supposed to do about this?" He gestured to his arm, but Dante would have known what he was talking about even if he didn't. Nero knew that Dante hated how he always wanted to hide it. Nero never could figure out why. Dante just shrugged.
"Show it off." He saw that Nero was about to protest and interrupted before he could. "This place isn't like Fortuna, Nero. No one's going to kill you over it." Dante saw Nero wince a little at those words and bit his tongue, inwardly scolding himself for using that hyperbole. He placed a comforting hand on Nero's tensed shoulder and he seemed to relax a little, sighing and dropping his arms.
"Look, no one cares here. The same people who see you on jobs with it are the same kind of people that'll be there. They may be curious, but nothing's gonna happen... I wouldn't let anything happen, kid..." Nero looked up and locked eyes with the hunter, Dante giving him a soft smile. After a few moments, Nero broke the silence with a sigh and looked off to the side, a hand coming to scratch at his nose. Dante could see the blush rise in his cheeks anyway, though. D'aw... How cute...
"Fine." he sighed, defeated. Dante promptly lunged forward with open arms to pull Nero into a crushing bear hug. Nero made a gagging noise to alert the older man to the fact that he couldn't breathe, but Dante either didn't care or didn't notice; patting Nero on the back before pulling away, one arm still around him.
"We're gonna have so much fun, Nero, my man." Dante said, starting to drag Nero toward the door.
"Hey, w-wait! I need my coat..." He tried to turn away from Dante to retrieve his duster so that only his hand would be visible, but Dante didn't seem keen on letting him do that. The older man's arm tightened around him, pulling Nero flush against his side. Their hips and legs bumped and warred with one another as they walked side-by-side out the door, wobbling outside until Dante released him.
"Feel how hot it is out here?" Dante asked, holding his arms out in a gesture to the outdoors. "It's July, Nero. You'll roast if you bring that fuckin' coat." Nero just chewed the inside of his lip a little, staring at Dante. He didn't want to brave showing his arm off in a packed public place for the first time. And it was an amusement park. There would be so many people there, especially today because it was a holiday, and he could only imagine how horrible it would be if one person were to see him, panic and everything broke out into mass hysteria. He would probably end up getting arrested, a news crew would do a report on it and then he probably wouldn't be able to show his face outside of Devil May Cry ever again. His devil hunting career would be ruined.
However, that was just melodrama, he knew, and Dante was forcing him to go. It was either be stared at a little for his arm or pant under the sweltering sun like a bitch in heat. He would prefer the former. Dante was only in his red denims, sans chaps, and that skintight, black shirt he wore beneath his vest with the half-sleeves. It clung to his skin, showed off every hard muscle and curve of the older man's torso. Nero was in his hooded, red vest, his arms completely bared. He was ready to go. Dante seemed to be pondering the same thing, looking him up and down where he stood.
"Just one thing..." Dante approached him, his hand sliding down Nero's left thigh. Nero gasped slightly and jumped as nimble, gloved fingers slid across the sculpted musculature of his thigh, beneath his holster... and grabbed his gun.
Of course, dumbass! What did you think he was gonna do? Nero wanted to slap himself, but refrained, considering that Dante was still standing there.
Dante pulled Blue Rose free from her holster at his left hip before leaning inside one door to place it off to the side on the floor.
"There... Now let's go." Dante pulled his keys from his pocket, walking up to straddle his bike and turn the ignition on. He then patted the seat behind him with a grin, gesturing for Nero to ride bitch. Nero huffed and rolled his eyes, though it was softened by the smile he couldn't keep from his lips, reflecting on his own actions and feeling a little silly. He made his way to the bike, throwing his leg over and sitting down. He wasn't exactly keen on being pressed so close to the other man, especially since there was nothing between him and Dante's naked back, but thin spandex. Any other time, it would be his wet dream, but not right before they would venture into a huge crowd. And Nero was sure that, if Dante suddenly felt something poking his back, he wouldn't be too happy about it. Biting his lip as he held to Dante's waist, Nero listened to the roar of the engine as Dante revved the bike.
"Better hang on tight, Kid!" he called back, a little too much excitement in his voice before they sped off into the city and toward the packed, industrial monster that would devour their money and be their trap until hours before nightfall.
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Dear God... Nero looked up at the daunting gates to the park, a lump of dread weighting heavy in his stomach. He could see the twisting, turning rails of roller coasters looming over the smaller rides and buildings in the park. There were bound to be colorful, flamboyant characters in costumes prancing around inside, scaring children and having their pictures taken. He could smell many different things: the salty scent of sweating people, the fragrant breeze of the flowers that decorated the walkways, the watery, stagnant scent of pollution and the fried, greasy scent of fastfood. Definitely a tourist trap. His demon immediately cringed at the scent of it, but Nero himself thought it pleasant not to smell the fetid stench of demons for once. If fate would have it, maybe he could actually enjoy himself without interruption. Besides, he also thought he smelled homemade chocolates and that was enough of a temptation to bear the crowd and go inside. Dante was already buying tickets, seeming bouncy and hyper like a little kid. He looked like he was restraining himself as his back was tensed and straighter than it should be, his ass clenched and tight. Nero snickered to himself.
"Got 'em." Dante said as he bounded back, two tickets in hand. Nero took one passively, too focused on Dante's overly happy expression to notice much else. Even if the day would be torture to himself, it may just be worth seeing Dante so happy. He didn't know much about Dante's past, but if what Lady and Trish had told him was true, Dante hadn't had a very bright life, especially after his mother died. It was all work and little play for the hunter that spent years upon years working hard to get to where he was now. Nero had an inkling that Dante hadn't been to an amusement park in a long time, if ever. If it were the latter, they would share the new experience. Amusement parks were too loose and fun for boring, ol' Fortuna.
Dante took off toward the rotating gates of the entrance and Nero followed to close the few feet that had developed between them in the time that he had been lost in thought. The woman sitting at the gate they chose took each ticket, sending them through the machine and unlocking the gate long enough for them to walk through when it was their turn, retrieving them from the other side. They entered to the sight of a huge, ornate fountain, round and with edges big enough to sit on. Water sprayed up from the center, fanning out into a dome and sparkling in the sunlight. Perhaps, the most delightful thing about it were the spotted and speckled koi swimming around in its crystalline depths. Around the fountain were a few buildings�one being the huge gift shop patrons went through to exit, another money trap�and paved pathways branching off in various directions that lead to different rides and attractions. While many people were grabbing maps from a kiosk, Dante always preferred to wing it. Nero watched as he looked to the sky, saw a train full of screaming people zoom by on the blue tracks of a roller coaster and took off toward the path leading in its general direction.
"C'mon!" He yelled back, grinning from ear to ear before taking off walking again. He was walking fast, but not running, resisting looking like an idiot in public. It was cute when little kids did it, but just pathetically hilarious if anyone else did. If it was just the two of them, though, Nero would pay for Dante to just let loose and act like it was the most fun he had in years.
"Hey, wait up!" Nero called, breaking out into a light, brief jog to catch up to Dante and avoid losing him in the crowd. They walked in unison up the paved path, Nero taking everything in the whole way he went. He was incredibly curious, gazing at buildings, people, d�cor; taking in the sights and smells. He noticed that quite a few people were looking at him. His Devil Bringer stole a lot of the attention, though they looked at his hair too, his eyes. They didn't seem to be trying to intimidate him or express derision or disgust as the people in Fortuna. They just looked curious. He didn't like the feeling of other's eyes on him, but the determination to ignore the stares was rising up inside him. Nero really did want to enjoy his day. Who didn't? There were so many new and interesting things in the park and he assumed that Dante planned for them to stay the whole day; so he would have plenty of time to check everything out. Besides, maybe if he got out more and people saw him more often just walking around, doing normal things, they wouldn't notice him as much.
While Nero was caught up in the scenery, Dante was taking him in. He loved taking Nero places just for the look on his face. It was cutely curious and wondrous. Nero had been so isolated before he left Fortuna and moved in to Devil May Cry. There were so many things he had never seen or done. Nero would always protest one of Dante's ideas to take him somewhere, at first, but then he would end up loving it and enjoying himself. Dante loved making Nero happy more than anything. He also hated how ashamed Nero was of his arm. Capulet was too accustomed to attacks and heroes with dark blood in their veins to be spooked by the smallest hint of demon. It was great to see him loosen up a little and just enjoy himself for once. He had drifted a little behind the younger man in his distraction to keep an eye on him. He could see people staring at Nero. For now, they were being docile; but one wrong move and Dante may just have to open up a can o' whoop-ass! He was extremely protective of Nero, not just his human side, but his demon side, as well. He would leave his own curiosity for later in favor of watching over his younger companion. Of course, watching the pert, cute cheeks of his butt move as he walked was a nice bonus.
Eventually, the two hunters came upon the first roller coaster. Both gawked at it in awe. Nero could only imagine the thrill of riding it, like riding a dragon through the eye of a storm.
Or running on Echidna's back...
Dante grinned like an idiot. He had always been a daredevil and a thrill-seeker. Most roller coasters weren't for the faint of heart and this one looked pretty intense. The train was upside down for most of the ride and there were many loops, turns, and spirals. People screamed their lungs out, either in terror or utter excitement, as they zoomed by. A man stumbled down the stairs to exit the coaster and promptly rolfed in a nearby trash can.
"We're riding it." Nero said dreamily, blue eyes still glued to the red painted tracks.
"Yes, we are." Dante replied in a similar tone. They both took off for the line, which, luckily, wasn't too long; and, after about a twenty-five minute wait, the devil hunters were only a few people from boarding the ride. To the delight of both men, the seats were grouped in two's. They wouldn't be forced to sit next to any pukers or those crazy people that claw people's knee and scream bloody murder as if they're about to have a machete rammed up their ass.
After the next set of seats took off, another came up and the people already on it got off. That was their cue. People rushed in to get the best seats. Nero squeezed through the crowd first and found his own seat, standing so that no one could take the one next to him until Dante got there. The two were eventually seated, reaching up to pull the shoulder bars down on them. They locked snugly into place after everyone was seated and they were ready to take off. The operator made a small safety announcement over the loudspeaker before pressing a button and sending them on their way. It started out slow, going around a curve and then up a hill. Nero listened closely to the clicking sound of the belts as they were pulled to the top of the drop, watching the tracks ahead as they slowly climbed up.
When they reached the top, there was a brief moment for everyone to look at the world far below. Nero felt as if he was floating just before the train plummeted down a huge drop. It took his stomach and stirred his adrenaline up a little, but instead of screaming in terror, he bellowed out an ecstatic "Woo!" Dante laughed like a maniac beside him before screaming out similar interjections. Everyone else was simply screaming except for the few people that were so scared and regretted getting on so much that they were completely silent and had their eyes closed tight shut. They sped around curves, went through consecutive loops, and fell down drops even taller than the first ones. Nero's favorite parts were the helix, spinning the train around and around, making him forget which way was up or down for a moment. Dante loved the hills. Something about feeling his blood running cold at the top and his stomach in his throat as the car zoomed down had his head spinning and craving more. It was a huge coaster, but, unfortunately, the ride was over sooner than they would have liked.
So, they rode it again. And again. About six times before they moved on to another one.
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Most of their day had consisted of riding the best coasters multiple times. They even came back to the first one, ironically dubbed the Intimidator, again throughout the day. They rode a few, less thrilling rides too, just for the sake of experience. Dante had been to an amusement park before, but it was a very long time ago. He already knew that Nero never had been and wanted him to have these memories. He deserved them. And, after all, what kid never dreamed of riding the Ferris wheel? It was a huge wheel and Nero had been skeptical about getting on. He said it looked boring. There really was nothing very exciting about a Ferris wheel, but Dante said it was fun, so Nero went along with it. They got some weird looks, maybe because they were both men and sitting together in one two-seat cart. Only Dante knew what those looks were for. Nero thought it was because of how they looked and glared the carny down. The kid could give one Hell of a deathglare. The man turned away and didn't look again, only giving them the occasional glance out of the corner of his eye.
Nero was taking in their attained aerial view of the park the whole way and he could see more and more with the higher they got. Dante was again lost in watching Nero, but the younger hunter was obviously oblivious to it. When they finally got to the top, Nero made some remark about how high it was. Dante's mind brought up cliched images of couples kissing at the top of the wheel and had to bite his tongue to keep himself from touching Nero's hand or leaning toward him. They were on top of the world, so to speak, and away from prying eyes. Restraint was hard to keep after he had wanted to do those things for the longest time. The moment just seemed so perfect, so wrong to waste. But Dante would rather not have a black eye, a bloody nose or more injuries from being punched out of his seat. He couldn't have his lips, but Nero's enthusiasm would suffice. The younger hunter truly seemed happy and that was all Dante needed.
They rode plenty more, even riding a few water rides. Nero had said he felt cold afterward and that gave Dante an excuse to pull Nero to his chest and hug him. The younger man didn't protest as he normally would and that made a little spark of hope zing through Dante's heart. He squashed it before he even allowed it to settle. Hope was the source of hurt and he had his hopes broken with Nero enough times that he was depressingly numb to the feeling. Dante knew he should get over the younger man, move on to someone that was actually attainable, but he couldn't bring himself to. He couldn't get Nero out of his head and sometimes it killed him. But, most of the time, it just made him happy. He loved that he had the privilege to be so close to Nero, a privilege that only one other girl he had left behind in Fortuna had ever had. Dante didn't want to let his depressing thoughts bleed in and ruin his and Nero's day, though, so he tried to brush them away and simply focus on the fact that, yes, Nero was there and he was holding him. As if on cue, Nero pulled his head from Dante's shoulder, moving his head to glare at him halfheartedly past blushing cheeks, their noses almost touching. Dante almost got caught up in his eyes and managed to utter an awkward laugh to keep himself chained to the conscious world.
"Still cold, Kid?" The blush rose in his cheeks and Nero had immediately loosened himself from Dante's hold. After that, Nero had been a little embarrassed, but not about his arm. For once, he forgot he even had the strange appendage. No one had called him a demon or tried to kill him over it, making this one of the best days he had ever had.
Now, they were eating dinner. It was late afternoon and both men were starving. They were having so much fun that they just forgot about eating until their stomachs were so empty that they could hear the growls over the loudness of the amusement park. So, they stopped at one of the small vendors around the park. Nero wanted a cheese steak while Dante got a foot-long corn dog. Perhaps, Nero should have seen it coming. He was innocently eating his sandwich when he looked at Dante. Either the older man was trying to torture him or he really didn't know that he looked like he was sucking dick when he ate phallus-shaped foods. Nero was transfixed at the sight of plump, deep pink lips wrapped around the tip of the corn dog. It moved further into his mouth and Nero's mind filled with images of Dante's lips around something else. Despite his best efforts, Nero felt himself swelling within the confines of his pants. The only thing that kept the situation from getting worse was Dante taking his first bite, which sent Nero's fantasy into an abrupt and rather gory turn. He winced a little and turned away, taking a huge bite out of his sandwich, hoping Dante didn't notice. He heard the older man blurt a little laugh around the food in his mouth and wondered if he hadn't been doing it on purpose.
The two hunters ate in silence for a few more moments before they both finished off their food. Nero took a sip of his drink while Dante spoke.
"Well," he started, taking a breath and looking around briefly before turning back to Nero, "it's about time we head home, Kid." Nero wanted to say something along the lines of "Ah, really? Can't we stay a little longer?", but refused to sound like a child. He simply nodded.
With that, they rose from their seats, tossing their trash into the waste bin before making their way for the exit.
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The sun was hanging lowly in the sky, painting it with fiery reds, oranges and yellows. By the time Dante and Nero made it back to Devil May Cry, it was almost night. Rather than going inside to rest, the hunters had decided that they would rather take a walk, both still a little pumped from the excitement of their day. Dante showed him a scenic, little hike about a quarter mile from the outskirts where he lived. The terrain wasn't really good for jogging or riding bikes, so it was very unpopulated. In fact, they hadn't seen a single other person. That was such a rare thing for Nero since he came to Capulet and he enjoyed the solitude, just himself and Dante. They had been walking along, talking about random things and about the awesome day they had.
"Today was great." Nero said as he ambled slowly along, hands in the pockets of his jeans.
"I'm glad you had fun. I did, too." Dante replied. "We'll have to get out n' do stuff more often, now that you're not so worried about your damn glowstick." Dante playfully elbowed Nero and he chuckled and grinned. Of course, that would be where he would blush and scratch his nose, looking at Dante out of the corner of his eye, even as he was still grinning. Dante just smiled and Nero looked away to quell the burning in his cheeks.
"Too bad it had to end, though." Nero said with a downcast tone. Dante uttered a mocking 'hmph', drawing Nero's eyes back to his.
"You kidding? Our day's not over yet. Why d'ya think I'm bringin' you all this way?" Nero looked a little confused, as if he was searching his thoughts for an answer, tilting his head cutely to the side.
"You don't wanna miss the fireworks, do ya', kid?" Then, Nero's face perked up. He remembered.
"Oh, yeah! I totally forgot." Dante chuckled.
"I guess that's means you'll be even more excited now, huh?" Nero chuckled slightly and blushed.
"Well... I've never seen fireworks before... Only on TV." Dante smiled, threw his arm around Nero's shoulder.
"Then I guess this'll be a day to never forget." Nero turned to him and smiled.
"Mhm."
The two continued along the rugged path, Nero following Dante's lead. Dante said he was taking him to a place where they could have a perfect view of the fireworks and be totally alone. Nero liked the sound of it and he found, when they reached the top of a high hill, that Dante was right. The landscape was beautiful, untouched and they had a great view of the now darkened sky. Before they came, Dante had stopped inside the office really quick to grab his coat. He asked Nero if he wanted his too, but, after a whole day without the oppressive thing, he wasn't too keen on wearing it. Dante had said that he didn't really need his either, but that he wanted to bring it in case one of them got cold. The night wasn't as hot as the day and the temperatures tended to drop quite low for the summer season when the sun was gone. Neither of them had gotten cold so far, but it was a good thing Dante brought it. He removed the heavy coat, spreading it out on the ground so that they could both sit on it. The two plopped down on the ground and breathed a relieved sigh, ready to enjoy the show after having walked so far.
"It sure is nice up here." Nero said, blue eyes scanning the area around them. He took in the beautifully wild scene around them before turning back to Dante. The warm smile on Dante's face forced him to smile back, though he blushed and hid both reactions with a hand at his nose. Dante resisted the urge to chuckle.
"I thought you'd like it... Nero..." Nero blushed even more. Dante hardly ever called him by his real name and always under different circumstances. Dante himself seemed to be a little embarrassed at his own actions and subtly hid it by turning away for a few moments. Normally, if Dante meant something else by calling him by his name, perhaps, to tease him, he wouldn't blush. In fact, he would do quite the opposite. Nero briefly wondered what the reason was for his behavior and was thinking about questioning him, just to bust his balls, of course; but he was interrupted by a sudden, loud boom. He jumped a little and Dante saw it, unfortunately. He barked out a laugh before pointing his bare finger at the sky. There was another boom and Nero was then looking out into the horizon to see color explode on the blackness that was the night sky. Flashing reds dissolved out with a few distant crackles and Nero was far too fascinated to look away. Fireworks were much more amazing in person, their true beauty not captured by film.
"It's just the fireworks show, kid." Dante elbowed him playfully. Nero huffed and elbowed him back, accidentally hitting him a little too hard with the bony protrusion on his elbow. Dante winced and sucked in a hiss, though there was a smile on his face. Nero still felt the need to apologize, feeling like a jerk after the wonderful day Dante had given him. Dante just waved it off and Nero turned away again to hide his blush before his attention returned to the sky as more colors lit up the night. He really didn't know why he was acting the way he was. Something about his day had really livened Nero's spirit and made him feel like a true kid again. For once, he had lived like a normal person, just enjoying his first time at an amusement park. Now, he was watching a fireworks show. No one had made him feel like a "freak" and they hadn't been ambushed by any demons all day. Nero truly felt normal and he just wasn't acting like his usual, somewhat moody self.
"Thanks." he said suddenly, catching Dante's attention.
"Hm?" Dante hummed in question.
"For today," Nero replied, "I had really good time with you." It was too quiet for a moment after that and Nero bit his lip, turning his head slightly, wishing he hadn't added the 'with you' to the end of that. It just blurted out before he could think about it. But Dante didn't seem deterred as Nero had feared. He scooted closer and then Nero felt an arm around his shoulder, hugging him against a warm side. His cheeks burned intensely and he was sure that his face had to be red enough to rival Dante's coat. Luckily, it was dark. Maybe Dante wouldn't notice.
But he did. Dante smiled, fondness, warmth and something else radiating from that gesture.
"I had a great time with you too, Nero." The way his name rolled off the older man's tongue sounded like a purr and Nero couldn't stop the shiver that rippled up his spine. He prayed that Dante didn't notice. Having him so close was a brutal test to his self-control. After Dante was silent for a few moments, Nero turned to look at him. Big mistake. The two part-devils seemed to become captivated with each other's gaze. Nero knew he was blushing and his mouth opened as if to say something, but his words stuck in his throat. It felt as if Dante was looking right into him, could see everything he was thinking. The older hunter's gaze was slightly lidded and his pupils seemed wider than they should be. Nero shivered again and it was coupled with a slight gasp. It almost seemed that Dante shivered too.
"D-Dante?" Nero breathed quietly as if the older man would blow away like a cloud of smoke if he raised his voice above a low whisper. Dante moved a little closer to him. There was, but an inch between them now.
"Nero..." he breathed. Nero felt fingers ghost up his nape, threading into his hair and his skin started to tingle, almost causing him to shiver again. Then the hand was pushing lightly against his head and Dante moved slowly forward. Nero's lids lowered slightly, involuntarily and his lips parted. Dante paused as if waiting for him to pull away. When he didn't, the halfbreed moved in, softly caressing Nero's lips with his own until the younger man responded by pressing against them. Both pairs of eyes slid shut as they kissed, open-mouth-to-open-mouth, for a moment, Nero a little sloppily. Dante knew that Nero barely had any idea what to do, that he was inexperienced, so he took it slow. When Nero really seemed to be getting into it, Dante's tongue lightly swiped along his bottom lip, asking for permission and Nero granted it, opening his mouth wider and meshing it closer to Dante's to allow the older man to deepen the kiss and explore. Dante's tongue snaked inside, feeling around idly before Nero's tongue shyly met his own.
Their slick muscles began to tangle in a sweet friction and every rub of Dante's tongue on his own sent heat coursing through Nero's body and electric sparks to his core. He tried to suppress his sounds, but it wasn't long before a moan rumbled out of his throat. Dante loved the sound and found himself attacking Nero's mouth to draw out more moans. He finally pulled away when Nero moaned again, shakily, and was surprised at the younger man taking his bottom lip in his teeth, worrying it slightly before pulling away with a light tug on the swollen flesh. They simply stared at each other's faces for a moment, eyes wide in lust, parted lips drawing in lightly panted breaths.
"Not bad..." Dante said gruffly, licking the flavor from his lips. Nero tasted strangely salty and sweet like vanilla. It was a nice compliment to his spicy, wooded scent, always with that sweet hint of cherries.
Nero blushed slightly, but didn't turn away. Instead, he moved to kiss Dante again and the older man welcomed him with open lips. As they kissed, Nero could feel Dante's hands slide down to clamp onto his waist. The older man started leaning his body backwards, pushing him to urge him over and Nero eventually got the message into his swimming mind, throwing a leg over and straddling Dante's hips. The halfbreed fell completely back, Nero with him, the hunters pressed chest-to-chest. Nero's arms were around Dante's shoulders, his hands behind his head, one running its claws through his hair. Dante's hands, still at his waist, slid up beneath Nero's vest and undershirt, blunt nails and fingertips ghosting up his spine. Nero shivered and let out a small sound into their meshed mouths. When he felt Dante pulling up on his clothes, Nero sat back obediently. Dante's hands slid around to his front, up his washboard stomach and to his chest where they found his nipples. Dante gave each a pinch and rubbed the pebbling nubs with his thumbs. Nero arched into the sensation, moaning when there was a responding twitch from his pants.
"Nngh-ah..."
Dante pinched and pulled lightly before bringing his hands back out into the air, one immediately finding Nero's top zipper. He was about to pull it down before Nero stopped him with a clawed hand on his own, gently taking Dante's hand and guiding it to the bottom zipper. Dante chuckled.
"Wrong one..." Nero confirmed his words by chuckling back as Dante lifted the zipper up to meet the other at the top. They were unlatched and his vest was opened. Dante pushed it from Nero's shoulders and he rolled them back so that the leather could slide from his arms. He placed it off to the side, in the grass. Then, Dante's hands were moving to the bottom of his undershirt, but he grabbed them and lightly pushed them away. Dante looked up in slight confusion, but understood when Nero was reaching for his own shirt. Nero wasn't going to be the only one shedding clothes. Dante grinned slyly as Nero's nails glided down his ridged stomach through the fabric of his shirt until they reached the bottom hem. Nero was then pulling his shirt up and Dante obediently lifted his arms so that the black fabric could be slid from his form. Nero tossed it over to join his own clothing before settling back onto Dante's chest, missing the heat of his body.
Their lips meshed again and Nero's hands were busy feeling the thick muscles of Dante's chest. He parted briefly when Dante was slipping his own shirt over his head before settling back down once there was no cloth left to separate their upper halves, feeling Dante's naked torso against his own. Dante's hands were roaming greedily over his back then, sliding up his spine and making him reflexively gasp and arch away from the sensation, pressing his body closer to Dante's. Dante growled so quietly Nero almost didn't hear it, nipping him over the pounding pulse point beneath his jaw before Dante's mouth was moving down the pale column of flesh. He nipped and sucked, here and there while his hands were still feeling allover Nero's back, making the younger man breathe in gasping breaths and shudder. Dante could feel the younger hunter's straining erection pressing against his own through the oppressive denim of their pants. He planned on fixing that.
Adjusting his hips, Dante ground up into Nero, the younger man letting out a sharp sound before groaning and rubbing back for more friction. They began to grind on each other, Dante sucking on Nero's collarbone while the younger male's hands were rubbing his nipples. Dante started to move back up his neck and Nero tilted his head to give the older hunter more room, loving the scratch and tickle of Dante's stubble on his skin. Nero pinched the older man's nipples and he promptly groaned, bringing a smirk to Nero's face. He moved, to Dante's disappointment, unlatching the halfbreed's lips from his neck. Nero maneuvered so that he could take one dusky nub into his mouth, sucking it while his other hand tended to Dante's right pec.
Dante's face had darkened and something inside urged him to flex and show off his hard musculature to the younger male. Dante wanted to remain human, to keep his control, but his demon wanted to impress Nero. Dante fought it shortly, but decided that letting one feral action get through the wall he had built wouldn't destroy his reign on his darker side. Nero seemed to like the gesture, whether the younger man realized it was the fault of his own demon or not; purring at Dante and letting his control slip, giving a few, big licks to the flexing muscle before sinking his teeth into it for a rather hard bite that barely broke the skin where his canines and incisors dug in. Dante growled at that, being careful not to let the situation turn in an unwanted direction, though it was bordering on it all the while. He fisted a hand in Nero's snow drift of hair, bringing him back up for a kiss slightly rougher than the ones before. Dante bit at the younger hunter's lip in warning, not having to say anything for Nero to understand what he wanted. Dante didn't want this to turn into some rough romp. Not right at the get-go, anyway, not during their first time.
The kiss softened with the ticking seconds, not as rough, though it quickly grew more passionate, deeper. Nero moaned every few minutes while they ground on each other, completely swollen in their pants to the point of being painful. Dante's cock gave a heavy throb and he winced, his erection urging him to move things along. The hands stroking Nero's back moved lower until one was slipping below the waistband on Nero's jeans, fingering his crack. Nero seemed to stiffen slightly in surprise, though he relaxed again with a shaky breath. Dante's hand continued to slip further into his pants, trailing down the cleft of his ass before pushing between the cheeks to lightly prod the younger male's virginal entrance. Nero jumped, made a yelping noise when he felt Dante touch such a private area, but he didn't move to stop him. Dante pulled away from this face and Nero met the older hunter's lusty gaze.
"You sure you're okay with this? 'Cause, real soon, it's gonna be too late to stop." Dante said, the concern clear in his voice. Nero swallowed, seeming nervous for a moment before he breathed in a breath to form a response.
"Yeah... I don't wanna stop." Dante chewed his lip a little.
"You do know what's gonna happen, right?" Nero snorted mockingly, though it was softened by the humor on his face and the warm smile that barely quirked his lips afterward.
"Of course. And I want it t'happen. I wouldn't be here if I didn't, but..." Dante raised a curious brow.
"But...?"
"Don't think you're toppin' ev'ry time, old man." Dante chuckled and leaned up to peck the corner of Nero's grinning lips before moving to his ear, biting and tugging on the lobe before whispering.
"If I did, I'd be missing out, now wouldn't I?" Nero shivered at the hot breath that tickled his ear, humming a satisfied 'mm'. He felt Dante's finger rub his hole and felt the urge to roll his hips back into the sensation. Instead, he sat up and Dante's eyes looked up expectantly, his hand slipping from Nero's pants. Nero's hands fell to his belt while he leered down at the older man, deftly unbuckling the leather from his heavy, metal rose of a belt buckle. He pulled the belt from his pants with a sibilant hiss, tossing it off to the side before unbuttoning his trousers and pulling down the zipper. Dante seemed to drool at the peek of flesh and coarse, grayish hair that greeted him from the opened fly of Nero's pants, fingers twitching and hands aching with the urge to touch the younger man. Nero's hands then worked on Dante's own belt and pants until they were opened just as his own, not hesitating to slide his hand into the older male's pants once they were undone. His human fingertips met hot, smooth flesh and the muscles of the v-shaped dip in Dante's hips twitched when he lightly rubbed his fingers across the still trapped erection. Nero grasped the hot pillar of flesh, pulling it from its confines to give it a languid tug. Dante's hips barely moved toward the sensation, urging Nero to touch him more without bluntly begging for it. But he would if he had to. It felt so good after waiting for it so long.
Good things come to those who wait... Dante thought, fighting the urge to smirk.
Nero tightened his grip on Dante, doing what he naturally knew to do and always did to himself, stroking the pillar of angry, red flesh at a slow pace. He thumbed the leaking slit, smearing a bead of pre-cum that had gathered there and Dante hissed, pulling him back down to lay against him and pressing a kiss to his lips. Dante snagged his bottom lip in his teeth, nipping it lightly and Nero moaned at the slight twinge of pain as he continued to stroke Dante's hard cock. While one hand still gripped Nero's hair, the other twined down between their bodies. Nero jumped slightly when he felt a hand on the untouched flesh of his pelvic dip before it sank into his pants. Dante pulled his hard cock from its confines and Nero sighed at the cool air on his hot shaft. Dante gave his cock a stroke and Nero gasped and bucked into his hand. Dante chuckled slightly, knowing what that meant before wincing with a grunt when Nero squeezed him in punishment.
Their lips meshed again and the two hunters stroked the thick, throbbing flesh in their palms. Nero could only think that it felt so good and, though the desire to move on was suspended in the back of his mind, he could only concentrate on what was happening by every second. It didn't matter because Dante didn't mind at all to get the party started. Nero felt his hand slide back into his pants, moving again to prod at his entrance, though the digit was now slicked, with what, Nero didn't really want to know. Dante started to apply pressure and Nero promptly pulled back.
"W-wait..." he breathed. Dante immediately stopped, frosty blue eyes finding the younger man's, filled with care and obedience. Dante must have thought he was scared. Nero blushed slightly and chuckled, averting his eyes. He almost couldn't get the words out that he wanted to say. "I... I just wanna try something..." Dante smirked.
"Sure, Kid." Dante's hand slid from his pants and Nero sat back again, removing Dante's hand from his cock. Nero started to move back, down his body, and Dante smirked, seeming to know what Nero wanted to do. Muscled arms folded behind the older man's head as he stared down at the younger man, unable to keep the smirk off his face. Nero looked up to meet his gaze with a scowl on his face, squeezing Dante again. Dante winced, though he was still smiling like a fox.
"Ngh... Why ya' gotta be like that?"
"Stop staring at me like that." Nero commanded. Dante chuckled.
"How should I stare at you?" Nero rolled his eyes, gave Dante's cock a few sudden, quick and hard jerks. Dante bit his lip and groaned, resisting the whine that wanted to rise out of his his throat when Nero removed his hand.
"You won't be smilin' for long, jackass." Dante barked a laugh, propping himself up on his elbows.
"I'll hold you up on that one." Nero smirked competitively, leaning down, his lips finding a nipple. He gave it a teasing flick before tugging the pebbled nipple with his teeth. Dante hummed in pleasure, his legs spreading open for Nero to move more easily down his body. He descended down the ripped expanse of Dante's torso, licking and sucking taut, pallid flesh over hard muscle. When he reached his navel, Nero poked his tongue into the cute, little dip just to feel Dante's muscles jump beneath the hands sliding down his waist and to hear the small gasp that the hunter sucked in. He then moved to trail his tongue through the coarse hair that lead to the halfbreed's most delicious bits. Nero moved his right hand to grasp Dante's hard cock and point it at his mouth. Tentatively, he slowly poked his tongue out to barely rub the tip against the reddened head of the hard shaft. Dante seemed to jump at the small bit of unexpected sensation and Nero was starting to relax and think that this wouldn't be as difficult as he had initially thought.
Moving to the base, Nero gave a heavy lick from bottom to top, getting his first taste of Dante. It was neutral, but sort of salty and Nero decided that he neither loved or hated it, but could tolerate it. Lapping up all the leaked fluids on the throbbing shaft, trailing his tongue along the throbbing vein on the underside, Nero made his way to the head. Dante was hissing and giving little grunts all the while, but Nero wanted more than that. Swirling his tongue around the smooth crown, Nero dipped his tongue in the slit, wiggling the tip along the tiny hole. Dante grunted roughly, his hips moving slightly, inadvertently begging Nero to suck him. Nero resisted the smirk that tugged at his lips, instead wrapping them around the bulbous head to suck lightly on it. Dante's breathed hitched for a moment before blowing out in an explosive sigh. A hand was then tangling into Nero's hair, stroking his scalp encouragingly.
Nero rewarded Dante with a harder suck, taking a little more into his mouth. Dante was biting his lip, loving the moist, soft tongue writhing against the head of his cock and the occasional scrape of teeth on the sensitive underside. Nero didn't really know what he was doing, but he was doing a damn good job at getting Dante off. The fact that he was so inexperienced made it even better. Nero had no special technique from lots and lots of practice, but just did what he liked, all the while watching Dante for a reaction. The older hunter wanted to smile at every smirk he saw twitching at the corner of Nero's lips. But Nero had said that he wouldn't be smiling for long and Dante was anxiously awaiting the fulfillment of that promise.
Breathing out a breath, Nero gathered the thoughts and images in his head, readying himself and concentrating on his next course of action. He took another breath, parting his lips slightly further. With the self-created reference in his head, Nero followed his intuition and did what he thought he should. In one swift movement, the part-devil dove down, relaxing his throat and taking Dante into his mouth. He swallowed well over half, an inch or so left that he tended to with his hand and Dante bellowed out a satisfying moan of pleasure, his hand gripping Nero's hair tighter. Nero licked around the throbbing cock, gagging a little, though he easily kept it under control. He sucked on Dante, lightly at first, but harder when a small whimper was muffled behind the older male's tightly closed lips. He didn't waste another second, sliding his still sucking lips up the hard shaft before sliding them down again. He settled into a steady pace, not too fast or slow, following the motion of his head with the hand still pumping the remaining length that he couldn't yet fit into his mouth.
Nero didn't have much experience to reference for what to do, so he just did what he thought he himself would like, adding things here and there that he imagined would feel good. He seemed to be doing a pretty good job as husky groans, hisses and grunts were pouring from Dante's mouth every few moments.
"Mm... Shit..." Dante's hand started to push at the back of his head, not forcefully, but to get Nero's attention. Dante wouldn't that mouth all around him and Nero wasn't one to disappoint. The younger man wasn't exactly confident in his skills to please, but figured he had nothing to lose. Boldly, he pushed his tongue a little so as to open his throat further before swallowing more of Dante's length. Nero gagged only a little, too worried about embarrassing himself to let more happen, but Dante seemed to like the constriction around his cock. Nero felt with his hand and was surprised to find that there was nothing left to take, that he had Dante completely in his mouth. That was a good thing because he knew he couldn't have taken anymore anyway. The massive cock throbbed on his tongue, pushed against the back wall of his throat and stretched his lips with its girth. Nero was a little intimidated at the thought of having that thing in a much tighter place, but wouldn't dare show it. Dante was getting a little impatient and Nero realized that he had gotten too caught up in his thoughts for a moment. He sucked, hard, and moved his head to grind the weeping crown of Dante's cock against the hardened back of his throat, all the while twisting his tongue around the throbbing shaft.
"Ah, God!" Dante barked out roughly. Nero could hear him pant deeply like a dog for a moment before he groaned heavily. "Fuck... G-get back up here..." Nero felt the hand in his hair pulling up lightly on his head and let his mouth slide from the hard cock, the head pulling out of his mouth with a pop. He crawled back up to straddle Dante again, on his hands and knees. He was about to lay back against him before he felt Dante's hands tugging on his pants. Dante pushed his pants over his ass and off his hips and Nero was certain that the halfbreed would smirk at the fact that he hadn't worn underwear today. Nero moved his legs to help remove his pants, toeing his boots off when they got in the way so that the offending denim could be slipped off his ankles. Dante simply reached down to jerk his pants below his knees, too impatient to remove them completely. A completely naked Nero settled on him, his pert ass over Dante's throbbing cock. He was anxious for what was to come and Dante gave him a look of slight concern though the emotion was overridden by extreme want and excitement.
"You sure you'll be fine with no prep?" Dante said, his voice so breathy and shaky with lusty that Nero almost missed what he said.
"Do... I look like I'm m-made of glass?" he retorted, reaching back with a clawed hand to position Dante's wet member at his entrance. "Just shut up n' fuckin' do it..." Dante's hands clamped onto Nero's hips before he moved his own to push against the tight pucker. He grunted in frustration when his cock simply slid right over the hole and up between Nero's cheeks. Nero jumped a little at the slick movement, cursing inwardly and urging Dante to hurry with his eyes. Dante cursed again, reaching down to hold himself in place before pushing against the tight hole once again. Nero hissed and gritted his teeth when he was forcefully opened to take Dante inside, the head of his cock popping through the unyielding sphincter. Dante removed his hand and let it find Nero's hip again, settling back into position.
Pressing a kiss to Nero's lips, keeping himself close, cheek to cheek, Dante started to push in. Nero's hands clawed and twisted into the fabric of the older hunter's red coat beneath them, his breath completely hitching, refusing to come out. Though his muscles clenched tight in fear of pain, Nero could feel himself opening to accommodate Dante's length. He felt the hard pressure as it slid against his previously virgin walls, wincing as he was stretched around the pulsing girth of the older male's cock. Dante felt a little guilt at hurting Nero, but he was too far gone to stop. He was already over halfway in and the feeling of being inside Nero was incredible. He couldn't get enough.
"F-fuck!" Nero barked out pitifully. Dante regained some consciousness at that, stopping for a moment to let the younger man adjust. He felt something hot and slick running down his shaft and continuing over his sac. He hoped it wasn't what he thought it was, but Dante knew that was just wishful thinking. In all the times he had sex before, it always took his partners time to get accustomed to his size and those were all women. Nero was a man and far tighter than anyone he had ever slept with before. He pressed a kiss to Nero's lips, giving them a light lick, begging for forgiveness. Nero was a little mad at Dante for his lack of restraint, but he didn't hesitate to give it, pressing his lips back against Dante's own. A single tear dripped down his cheek and, when Dante felt the wetness on his own, he moved to gently lap the salty trail up. Nero breathed out a shuddering breath, willing himself to relax before he made his next move.
Gritting his teeth and fisting Dante's coat, Nero pushed back, swallowing as much as he possibly could in their position inside him. Dante let out a sharp groan of pleasure, the hands at Nero's hips digging their nails into his skin. The urge to thrust gnawed at Dante's self-control, but he remained still, feeling how tense Nero was and afraid to further test his limits after feeling the apparent drip of blood down his length. Nero focused on relaxing himself, breathing deep breaths and trying to ignore the pain. He noticed that, unlike pain, there was this incredible sense of fullness that he had never felt before and was disappointed to have missed out on for so long. He could feel the drooling head of Dante's cock deep inside him, the throb of his pulse against his walls and the ring of his entrance fitted snugly and perfectly around his older lover. He could even feel his own pulse in the vein pounding just inside of him and there was a sense of completion, a feeling that Dante belonged. Nero knew he was torn slightly, but really didn't care. As with all his wounds, it would heal. The only thing he cared about now was having what he had wanted for so long.
"You can move." he permitted, impulsively pressing his lips to Dante's stubbly jaw and nipping the skin there to get his attention. Dante acted like he had been waiting forever, not reluctant in the least. Slowly, he pulled out until only the head remained before thrusting in right back to the base. Nero let out a shaky, surprised moan and Dante responded by pulling out to thrust again, his pace slowly picking up speed. Nero concentrated on the pace of his languid thrusting and, after a moment, rocked back against a more forceful thrust. Dante grunted, the flesh of Nero's hips now bruised beneath the older man's fingers.
"Nero..." he growled breathily, his pace beginning to pick up quite rapidly. He went from languid thrusting to hard pounding in a few seconds, Nero rocking back against him all the while. The pain was still present, but it was far overridden by a strange, new pleasure. They panted into each other's faces, deep blue eyes locked on stormy, frosty blues. Nero felt his own cock rub slickly against Dante's muscled stomach, lubricated by its own juices. The friction sent electric pulses of pleasure down his cock and to his core. Coupled with the thick erection sliding in and out of him, Nero's body went into an uproar of pleasure that the virgin had never felt anything like before. His nipples were as hard as his cock and tight, gravelly moans rumbled out of his throat without control.
Dante's hands moved to squeeze his cheeks as he pushed his cock forcefully inside the younger male, making Nero buck and moan. He shifted around, trying a different angle with each thrust to seek out the spot that would make Nero scream for him. It wasn't long before he found it, ramming right into the tight bulb, the force increased by Nero's own thrusting back onto him. Nero let out a rough gasp that broke out into a shaky, distraught moan, his back arching and his head flying back. The look of pleasure on his face unleashed something carnal inside Dante and his eyes grew eerily dark, though Nero was too caught up in the overwhelming pleasure to notice. The thrusts in his ass quickly grew to a rapid tempo, Dante pounding inside of him with fast, hard thrusts.
Nero lost all ability to control his body or voice, moaning loudly, his voice dropping a pitch as he bellowed and growled out rough moans and groans that strangely ended with high pitched whining. He involuntarily tightened and relaxed around Dante as he kept ramming into that wonderful, little spot inside him. Curses and incoherent ramblings poured out of his mouth while the claws of his Devil Bringer punctured the thick leather of Dante's duster to sink into the grass and dirt below. Dante exerted himself to keep the thrusts going, but their position was quickly growing tiring.
Kicking one leg and rolling himself, Dante created enough momentum to flip them both over, putting Nero on the bottom. He quickly threw both of Nero's legs over his shoulders before hugging his arms around them and resuming his rough thrusting inside the younger male. Nero was crying out uncontrollably, coherent thought no longer left in his mind as he concentrated only on his approaching release. Dante could easily tell he was getting close to orgasm by how much fluid leaked from his cock and the walls around his cock giving crazy spasms. He was fighting the urge to trigger, but that too was quickly losing to his desire for release. His eyes were already pits of black, rimmed with red and the smallest sliver of blue. He was panting like an animal and the incredible urge to sink his teeth into the solid muscle of Nero's neck was bubbling up inside him. Dante didn't know how much longer he could hold off.
Making the mistake of looking down at Nero, Dante couldn't tear his eyes from the writhing, enthralled form of the younger man as he cried and quivered around his cock. His ankles were locked behind Dante's head and the older male was certain that they would be cramping at how tense they were if it wasn't for the current situation. Pleasure oozed into his every nerve at how tightly Nero's walls clung to his raging, hard cock. Nero moaned loudly, his head thrashing to the side and the sight of pale, unmarked flesh revealed by the movement was Dante's undoing. He couldn't hold back.
Nero screamed out in surprise, his voice growing higher and more smooth at the suddenly increased feeling of fullness inside him. It felt like the cock plowing his ass had suddenly doubled in size and he regained enough awareness to find Dante with the eyes that kept wanting to roll back into his head. He was locked on the demonic form before him, recognizing it as Dante's demon. He had seen it many times before during battle, but never in a situation like this. Smoldering, red eyes pierced into his own and nostrils flared while a fanged mouth was opened with rough, animalistic panting. He knew that Dante probably feared that he would hurt or scare him, but Nero was simply turned on to a completely new level at how much control Dante didn't have the experience to hold onto. Not only that, but the even thicker, slick cock inside him pounded into his prostate with even greater force than before and Nero didn't think he could have felt pain if he wanted to.
Dante let his legs fall from his shoulders and Nero promptly wrapped them around the older hunter's waist. He heard a loud, high and strained moan and only realized after a moment that it came from himself. He felt a hot tongue lapping a spot on his neck while hot breaths blew rapidly on his skin. Claws dug into one hip while another hand was suddenly fisted around his cock, stroking him in unison to the thrusts inside him. Nero cried out, his hands gripping Dante's now armored shoulders hard enough to pierce the flesh between tough scales with glowing, blue claws. His orgasm was fast approaching and he couldn't control his body. He bucked involuntarily, his legs shaking violently around Dante's waist. He could feel himself tighten around the older male and responded with a moan to the rough, breathy growl of pleasure that vibrated against his ear. He felt sharp points press against the wet flesh of his neck that Dante had been licking, over his pulse and felt his balls begin to tighten.
"I-I'm c-c-uuuugh!" A few more, hard thrusts and he was there. Nero cried Dante's name loudly before his voice cut out completely when sharp teeth sank into his neck. His eyes rolled back in his head and he grew utterly silent, his breathing even stopping for a moment. He lost all feeling on the outside to an uproar of pinprick tingles and his vision exploded in white blotches behind tightly closed eyes. He could feel the hot spurts of his own release splatter on his chest and leak over Dante's still pumping fist as the older man milked his release. His thrusts picked up an even harder pace than Nero thought possible, the cock inside him twitching and bucking before he felt it explode in hot, liquid bursts with a deep, wet growl rumbling against his throat. Dante rode out his own orgasm, pumping Nero full of his seed until he felt it leak between their bodies. Though either man was too lost to notice, colors and booms exploded in the atmosphere as if a compliment to their own grand finale.
With barely any energy left, they collapsed in a panting, spent heap. Nero idly stroked over the quivering muscles in Dante's back to sate some strange urge to comfort him, even though Nero knew he was in no pain. He felt the scales beneath his fingers return to human skin and the teeth that had been buried in his neck disappeared. Dante lapped at the mark on his neck, cleaning up the excess blood while he still panted to get oxygen back into his lungs. Once he deemed Nero's neck clean, Dante settled down, his head dropping to rest on Nero's chest. That was the best sex he had in awhile, if ever. He felt lips press into his hairline, both cursing and loving the way his heart suddenly stuttered in his chest.
"I... guess this really will be a day to never forget..." Nero said, still out of breath and fighting against sleep. Dante huffed out a breath that was supposed to be a chuckle, swallowing thickly before speaking with a twinge of what Nero thought of as "fondness" in his voice, though it was something far deeper.
"I'm not gonna let you ever forget it anyway... Kid..."
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A/N: Okay, I'm ashamed to say I didn't do any editing to this at all. Reformatting it was already excruciating enough. But this story is in crucial need of improvement. If you see any errors, please let me know. I will try to set aside a day to proofread and improve all my old stories, but I don't know when that will be. I hate to upload something in such need of improvement, but it really helps me just to get this on here and off my back. Thank you for your time and please review!
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