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Mistletoe	By : Blood_of_Dusk Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 3079 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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A warm breath blew from slightly chapped lips, fogging the glass in front of them. Curious blue eyes gazed at the sparkling wonderland beyond the cold panes. Everything was blanketed in a thick sheet of fluffy white. It lay upon cars, the streets, and the eaves and awnings of buildings. It seemed that anything that was bared to the elements was covered in that pristine, ivory twinkle that the streetlights gloated over. Ever more fascinating were the delicate flakes that still floated daintily from the black of the midnight sky. It was like nothing Nero had ever seen before.
Nero, unable to force himself to sleep, had been overcome by a second wind somewhere after 10 PM the previous night. He had been antsy, on-edge. The part-devil only ever felt a similar sensation when there were demons nearby, but this was somehow different. It was as if he was more excited than readying himself for an encroaching ambush. Still, Nero had attributed it to his demon side. He brushed it off and attempted to lay down and sleep. A few hours of lying awake, however, proved to Nero that sleep would be unheard of until he discovered the source of his restlessness.
His first course of action had been to peek into the hallway, Blue Rose in hand. Glancing up and then down the hall, Nero saw nothing amiss. The only sights to see were the walls at the end of each side of the hall and the calm darkness that encompassed them. He also listened carefully, and, as well, he whiffed the air; the only scents to be smelled were what Nero was already accustomed to: dust, pizza, gunpowder, and Dante's manly musk. The only sounds to be heard were the pops and creaks of the building settling, the wind blowing outside, and Dante's soft snoring in his room down the hall.
That caused a furrow to taint the younger man's brow. Dante was still asleep? The halfbreed's senses, Nero knew, were sharper than his own. If Dante hadn't been alerted to anything out-of-the-ordinary, then that meant there was nothing supernatural, at least, disturbing Nero's sleep. So what then?
Lowering his gun but still ready should a surprise pop up, Nero made his way down the hall, his footsteps deliberately gentle as he placed each step away from the boards he knew creaked. There was no need to wake Dante from his peaceful slumber. Nero could figure this all out on his own, anyway. He didn't need Dante butting in.
After making his way cautiously onto the balcony overlooking what Dante called "reception", Nero tiptoed down the stairs. What he noticed as he was making his way to the ground floor was that the light coming from the window seemed far brighter than was normal. Seeing as there seemed to be nothing of a threat inside the office, Nero wondered if there wasn't something in the streets outside. Approaching the rather grimy window, the young man gazed out only to squint his eyes at the surprising brightness. A moment later, however, his eyes had adjusted, and he met the sight of his first blizzard with a quiet gasp.
Needless to say, Nero truly was amazed. For once, he was thinking of Fortuna but not missing his home. He was only comparing the tropical island to this city, which he had previously thought to be a dirty, concrete wasteland. To see something so pure and beautiful, however, reaching even the slums of the city was a delightful and amazing hope that glimmered like the icy crystals littering every inch of the world outside. Nero couldn't keep himself from staring. He understood why his demon had been so excited; it was eager over the instinct that nature was going to show him something new.
"What'cha mopin' about, kid?" Nero jumped with a slight start, whirling around to Dante's grinning face. The jackass was obviously very smug and satisfied with himself over having startled Nero. The part-devil simply gave him his all-too-familiar scowl, huffing and rolling his eyes before turning back to the window.
"I'm not moping." he grumbled beneath a heavy breath. Dante stepped forward to stand at his side in front of the wide, arching window.
"Snowed an awful lot, didn't it?" he commented. Nero was too enthralled in his wonder to answer. He could tell Dante was eying him but didn't pay it much mind. The youngest hunter was far too accustomed to those feral eyes eating him up with their scrutinizing gaze.
"You've never seen snow before, 'ave ya', kid?" Dante inquired curiously, staring at Nero a moment more before they returned to the world outside.
"Only once," Nero replied with eyes still trained firmly beyond the windowpanes, "but it wasn't natural snow." Nor was it as delicate; the snow Nero had seen was frigid and careless, accompanied by a violent wind. It didn't come from Heaven or wherever this frivolous, jovial snow had. It came from The Order's damnable gates and a beast of Hell, Dagon, relentlessly freezing the once tropical beauty of Lumina Peak. The damage was lasting, too. Even after Dagon was slain and the gate was sealed, the snowstorm continued to rage on. It was as if a bomb had been dropped on Fortuna, polluting the land for years to come. Nero wondered if it would ever be the same.
Nero turned to Dante when it seemed the loud-mouthed man had been silent for far too long. He caught Dante staring a few feet above his head, sniggering at something he saw.
"What the Hell are you looking at?" Nero asked the smirking devil with an arched brow. It was almost as if Dante had placed a bucket of pig's blood or something else disgusting above Nero's head and was waiting for the right moment to pull a string and douse him in it. Following the hunter's gaze, however, Nero found it was simply that odd little sprig of some sort of plant that had been hung from the rafters.
A few days ago, Dante had been out on a long job from noon until dusk. Nero had yearned to go with him; what kind of devil hunter enjoyed being cooped up in his partner's dusty little hovel while the other man was out having fun? However, Nero was above begging, and since Dante insisted he could handle it on his own, the eldest hunter ended up going alone and leaving Nero to his own devices for a few hours.
Once the halfbreed had left, Nero conceived on a second round of thought that maybe it wouldn't be so terrible to have a few hours of peace and solitude to himself. He laid himself down for a nap after thoroughly cleaning his weapons but was interrupted just after falling asleep by the doors opening and two pairs of boots thumping on the hardwood. If that hadn't been enough to wake him, the cold gust of winter air that rushed inside ensured Nero's wake.
Opening his eyes, Nero saw none other than Trish and Lady storming so curtly inside, as always. They always interrupted everything.
"Hey, Nero." Trish had said as she removed her coat. Lady had offered him some similar form of greeting as she also removed her heavy coat. Clearly, they were planning on staying for awhile.
"Where's Dante?" Lady asked as she glanced up to see he wasn't behind his desk.
"Out on a job." Nero replied.
"He didn't invite you along?" Trish asked, her hand going akimbo as she shifted the majority of her weight to one leg. Nero rolled his eyes.
"Jackass said he didn't need me. I was in no mood to argue, so..." Nero remarked with a shrug. Lady seemed to smile knowingly, aware of something Nero apparently wasn't, before speaking.
"Well, that's fine. You can just hang around with us. We have a little work to do, don't we?" She said, glancing at Trish. The blond nodded.
Oh, great, was the first thing to pass through Nero's mind. He had never been a victim himself but had witnessed Dante being dragged along to accompany the girls through many a grueling task. The older hunter had once been subjected to being their pack mule at the mall�along with paying for anything Lady bought. He also told the horrid tale of being forced to watch Titanic with Lady when Trish was unavailable and how his sleeve was stained with many tears that night. He had, as well, told Nero an amusing story about Lady forcing him to dress up as Santa one year for a Christmas party she was hosting. He wasn't meant to be a fat, jolly Santa but a "sexy" one, as Lady had said, and every woman at the party had just been gawking, drooling, and chomping at the bit to have a turn sitting in his lap. To Nero, it didn't sound all that bad, but Dante said that dressing up like an idiot had seriously tainted his image. Nero had sniggered at that.
"You wanna help us, Nero?" Trish had asked, breaking Nero out of his silent reverie. He sighed.
"What am I gonna have to do?" he asked with a tone that implied he just knew it would be nothing pleasant.
"We're just going to decorate the shop." Lady said, to which Nero quirked a brow.
"Why?" he asked. He cringed at the mental image of the office being decked out in pinks and frilly things.
"For Christmas." Trish answered.
"Yeah," Lady continued, "this place always just looks so drab... and filthy. I thought if we cleaned up a little and put up some cutesy holiday decorations, maybe it would look more friendly."
"I don't think 'friendly' is really the image Dante has in mind for his shop. I think he'd rather it look... stylish and 'badass'." Nero pointed out.
"Yes, but normal people tend to avoid trashy places like this. If it looks better, maybe people won't be so opposed to coming here... And who cares what Dante thinks, anyway?" Nero cared what Dante thought because the women would undoubtedly leave before said hunter returned, and Nero would have to take the brunt of Dante's disgust at the renovation of his office. He had already told Nero how much he hated Christmas. And Nero had no idea what had Lady on such a sudden kick to attract business. Sure, it had slacked off a little, but Dante had already explained that demons became more sparse in the winter months and less calls came in. Nero could only guess she was either just really bored, or Dante hadn't been giving her as much money lately.
Looking to Trish, Nero gave her his curious brow. The woman simply shrugged, not seeming to agree with Lady's argument but not opposed to participating, nevertheless. "Alright." Nero sighed.
The next few hours were filled with Trish and Lady rifling through the vast clutter of Dante's attic for knickknacks with which they could decorate the office. They discovered many an old treasure that, with a little cleaning, could be used to spruce up Dante's "drab, filthy" office. They had toted some of their own items along, as well. They possessed what seemed an endless tangle of clear and frosted lights. Several big boxes full of fragile ornaments were also sitting off to the side.
Lady and Trish had been handing him things to carry downstairs, but after they seemed caught up in searching for awhile, Nero had gone downstairs to fetch a drink. On his way back from the minifridge under the bar, he lifted the lid from one box to peek inside, his curiosity winning over, though he had said he wouldn't take much interest in this "holiday junk". Nero gazed at the shiny little balls and delicate glass figurines, noticing their hooks and wondering what was their purpose. Later on, Lady and Trish had left to get "the tree", which Nero soon found was a tall, fake evergreen. Apparently, they were to string the lights on the tree and hang the little glass ornaments from its many branches. To Nero, who had never celebrated such a holiday, it sounded rather silly and whimsical, but that didn't make him any less fascinated.
After the ladies began decorating, they gave Nero a few tasks to complete, but since he seemed to do everything wrong and left Lady to go back and correct his mistakes, Nero eventually opted out. He remembered a mission he had accepted a few days prior from a caller that said it wasn't urgent. Nero had told them he would get to it as soon as possible, and seeing as he had free time, it was now possible.
When Nero returned from his job about an hour and a half later, Lady and Trish had already left, but Dante still wasn't back. The office looked completely different, however. That tree, which hadn't looked nearly as tall in the box, stood at least twelve feet. It was tall but slim and occupied the corner between the window and the bottom of the stairs. A golden ribbon of many loops shone proudly at the very peak of the tree, its four tails draping down the sides. The lights were coiled around the tree, as well as the banisters, making it look as if hundreds of little fireflies had perched on its fluffy, green branches. Red and white glass balls hung abundantly on the tree while many unique depictions of iconic Christmas paraphernalia, such as snowmen, the famous Santa Claus, and those reindeer�Nero was pretty sure one's name was Rudolph�filled the spaces between.
Beneath the tree was what looked like a fluffy, red, round rug with white faux fur trim, as well as two wrapped boxes. Upon closer inspection, Nero found that one was addressed to Dante, the other to himself, both with the phrase "Don't open until Christmas!" on their tags. Apparently, Lady had bought them each a present, which honestly surprised Nero. She seemed to value money very highly. He could never see her letting go of a single penny, but maybe the holidays were a time for exception.
When Dante returned later, he seemed surprised to see his office decked out in Christmas d�cor but hadn't been nearly as irate as Nero expected. Nero had asked him about a few things he was curious about, and Dante hadn't cared to explain. He had forgotten to ask him about that curious little plant hanging on a hook over the window, however. It was just so small and easily forgettable.
"You never told me what the heck that thing is for." Nero said to the older man as he still stared up at the plant.
Dante seemed to chort before replying, "It's mistletoe."
"What?" Nero asked in confusion as he let his attention drop back to the other hunter. The devil was smirking, and that was never a good sign.
"You've never heard of mistletoe?" he asked. Nero was a little unsettled at how he stepped closer but refused to back down.
"No." Nero answered, quirking a brow. "What�does it smell good or something?" Dante chuckled.
"No, it's got a little tradition to go with it." He stepped closer.
"Like what?" Nero asked. He was beginning to get the feeling he should run.
"Well, if ya' catch someone under the mistletoe, you've gotta kiss 'em."
Kiss�the word bounced around in Nero's shocked mind, and he felt his cheeks heat up a little. Dante was incredibly close now, leaving but a few inches between their bodies. Nero could feel the hunter's elevating breaths puff onto his face, and he unknowingly leaned against the windowsill, holding himself up with both hands as if standing had suddenly become a difficult task. He stared up into Dante's eyes, hesitant, confused, and pleading with the man to give him an answer to the questions that suddenly sprang to mind.
"You're not gonna kiss me." Nero whispered heatedly when Dante leaned closer. Dante's eyes seemed to become ever more feral, widened with a lust that made Nero slightly shiver. His look was challenging, daring Nero to push him away.
"Why�you gonna stop me?" Nero never got the chance to answer. As Nero's hands balled into fists against Dante's naked chest, lips meshed with his own. They were soft and pliant, and Lady hadn't just been joking that time she told Nero that Dante went through sticks of lip balm like an alcoholic through booze. It almost made him feel ashamed of the state of his own lips. Being unused to winter, when Nero's lips began to chap, he hadn't bothered to use any kind of moisturizer to keep them smooth. Now he kind of wished he had, though Dante didn't seem to care if his lips were as soft as his own or not. He only cared about their kiss, and as a tongue swept across his bottom lip, Nero also found himself beyond caring about anything but their heated exchange.
Nero permissively opened his mouth to Dante's tongue as the hunter's fingers threaded into his hair, pushing their mouthes closer together. Their pale pink muscles met between their open mouths, a battle for control ensuing. They flicked, pushed, and twirled their slick muscles around one another, both attempting to gain territory. Nero and Dante were both the controlling types, which would undoubtedly be a complication. Nero, however, found himself not caring if he earned the top or bottom. That didn't mean he was going down without a fight, however.
As their kissing became more passionate, their tactics became rougher. Dante began to tug on Nero's hair, which was, unfortunately, a turn-on for the youngest hunter. In retaliation, Nero let his Devil Bringer slide down the curve of Dante's back to grab his ass, kneading a pert cheek in his hand and holding the hunter's hips in place as he began to grind on him. As Nero ground himself against Dante, he was pleased to feel a stiffness swelling in the halfbreed's pants to mirror his own. His grinding became harder and harder, and as Dante began to grind back, it seemed the hunter's power was slacking a little. Nero would smirk if his mouth wasn't occupied at the moment.
A moment later, Dante pulled away to gasp in a breathy, "Fuck, Nero." Nero found himself shuddering at the lustful tone with which Dante said his name. The few times before that Nero had heard Dante call him by his name rather than "kid" had never sounded so pleasant. Once they were both through panting oxygen back into their shriveled lungs, the two collided again with more ferocity. Dante seemed to determined to win. Nero held his own in the battle, but in the end, he would submit. He could always jump Dante's bones later to seek out his revenge.
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