Here we are the last chapter, can I have my cookie now? Pleeeease. OOC oh well, hope you like

Disclaimer I don't own Devil May Cry boohoo

Chapter 3

Nero heard the undeniable rumble of Trish's sleek black vintage vette before she ever saw her round the corner. He'd been sitting on the curb for less then twenty minutes. She screeched to a halt before him, smiling as she lifted her shades giving him a wink, "Hey sweetie, need a lift?" He just rolled his eyes setting his luggage in the small back seat before slipping into the passenger side of the car. She eyed him a moment from the side, "you aright?" he just nodded. The car lurched forward as she punched the gas.

After a few minutes Trish broke the silence, "Do you know what today is?" Nero shrugged, "Like Saturday…I think." She laughed, "That and today is also a certain demon slayers birthday we both know and love."

"It's Dante's birthday?!"

"So you do love him!" She squealed.

Nero groaned slouching farther into the seat, he'd just played right into her hands. She patted his knee, "don't worry, he misses you, he won't admit it to me but I know…I know him…" She smiled. Nero glanced at her from the corner of his eye, "And he'll be happy to see you…"

Nero had his chin on his fist for most of the ride, just staring out the window, wind hitting full force from the removed t-tops; he heavily sighed. From the drivers seat Trish kept half an eye on the kid.

The car rumbled forward going at a much slower pace then the one she'd use to retrieve him at. Nero felt his eyes grow heavy, the slight vibrations of the car lulling him and even though it was just Trish he felt a bit more relaxed. At least there were no perverted demons here trying to rape him. Trish peeked over, his head fell back in the leather seat, the steady rise and fall of his chest told Trish the kid had drifted to sleep. No wonder Dante loved the boy he looked like a god damned angel, sleeping like that…She grinned menacingly removing her cell. She pushed the face of the Motorola Karma (I love that phone, got mine when it first came out)and with her thumb quickly slid the face up to reveal a full key pad quickly texting her confidant, Lady. The message short and simple:

GET DANTE OUT OF THE SHOP…NOW!!!

The phone rang seconds later, Lady's aggravated voice meet her ear,

"What did you do Trish?"

She smirked to herself, "I got Dante a little something after all."

"You didn't?!"

Trish giggled

"You did! Oh my God, HOW?!"

Trish could just imagine her face, brow scrunched over the bi-colored eyes, "I'll spare you the details for now, can you do what I asked?"

"Yeah, no problem…is he with you now?"

"Yes, sleeping…"

Lady made a cooing noise into the phone, Trish had to keep herself from laughing in fear of waking the sleeping Nero.

The phone at Devil May Cry rang for the first time in two days. Dante only stared at it, regarding the evil device steadily before slamming his fist into the desk sending the receiver into the air catching it without so much as a blink, "Devil May Cry" A high pitch scream emitted from the other end he held the phone a good six inches from his ear. The woman screaming at the top of her lungs for help, the demons coming from everywhere, he had to hurry. People always blow theses things out of proportions, Dante sighed to himself getting the woman's address, reassuring her he'd be there as soon as possible. He grabbed his gear before heading to his Harley. Settling the sword across his back he swung his leg over the bike.

Lady clicked her cell phone shut, thank god Dante didn't have caller I.D. satisfied with her own performance she sped off on her own crotch rocket. Dante would be so pissed when there were no demons to be found…but that's okay.

Trish made sure the boy was still asleep she didn't bother to cut the engine, that'd surely wake him. Instead just let it idly as she walked into the store. The item she was after, a big red bow, something like you'd place on the hood of a new car. She smiled again placing the bag behind her seat, silently climbing in and threw the car into gear taking off like a shot.

"Waky, waky, Nero, we're here." Trish cooed

Nero lazily opened his eyes, instantly recognizing the front of Devil May Cry.

"Doesn't look like Dante's here at the moment." they stepped out of the car, "Might as well make your self at home might be a while." Nero grabbed his luggage out of the back seat not noticing the plastic bag behind the drivers seat. Trish followed Nero up the few concrete steps pushing open the door as they went. The kid set the luggage down just inside the door huffing loudly, "I so need a shower…" More to himself than anyone. "Like I said make yourself at home, Dante wont mind." He gave a weak smile but turned to the duffle removing a clean set of cloths leaving behind his trench and boots and marched up the concrete stairs without another word.

Trish knew once the boy had a hot shower and possibly some food in his stomach he'd fall back asleep then her plan could be set into motion. She watched the ceiling hearing his footsteps then the shower turn on…he'd be in there for at least an hour.

Nero sighed leaning against the cool tile, the hot water flowing over his toned flesh, soaking his hair and washing away any trace that fucker that touched him. He didn't think he could get the water hot enough or scrub harder his skin rubbed raw from the effort. Then the thought of the elder hunter crossed his mind and a smile tugged at his lips, Nero could almost fell his lips ghost over his flesh. The thought sending small ripples of pleasure through his body, he couldn't wait to see Dante. Yes but what if Dante doesn't want to see you, you left him…remember. He tried to shut his inner demon up but the words weighed heavily on his conscience.

The water grew cold and finally Nero removed himself from the shower grabbing a towel quickly running it over his flesh and slipping into a pair of relaxed blue jeans and a black beater. The cold air hit him immediately upon opening the bathroom door causing endless goose bumps to prickle across the exposed skin, he ran for beloved red hoodie its comfort settling. Then the smell of food, hot food not gas station zapped eat on the run food, but hot food in the kitchen. Nero followed his nose, Trish sat at the table a few boxes before her, "Hope you like Korean, I got some *chop chey, galbi and bi-bim-bap, dig in." Nero sat across from her grabbing a pair of chop sticks and went for the meat. after eating his fill all he wanted to do was close his eyes.

Miles away Dante arrived at his destination and not a demon in sight, not much of anything in sight. But something lingered in the air, vanilla blossoms gun powder and gasoline, "Lady!" He ground his teeth slamming the motorcycle into gear, tearing off down the street. 'If Lady had been here that meant Trish was probably in on it too, I'll kill them both!' he growled to himself speeding back to Devil May Cry in hopes of catching them in the act.

The full moon already high in the sky when the devil hunter retuned to the familiar streets leading to the shop. Trish's vette greeted him in the drive way he just sneered, stomping up the steps grumbling silently thinking how he could get rid of his leeches once and for all. Shoving open the door he let his gear fall with a thud. The lights were out he was just waiting for the great SURPRISE sure to follow…but it never came. Dante's eyes wide as dinner plates as he stared at the lump on his old leather couch. The blue trench removed and the red hoodie unzipped only about half way revealing a V of white very kissable very touchable flesh and the red bow on top just tied everything together. He felt familiar feminine hands on his shoulders,

"So Dante," She whispered, "Do you still want to forget about your birthday, I can always take your present back to where I got it from…I don't think he'd be to happy about it though…" Trish placed a chaste kiss on his cheek before walking silently out the door. Dante's eyes never left the couch, he cautiously took a step forward breath hitching in his throat. He kneeled before the boy fingers gently wafting through the soft silver strands. Nero's eyes opened at the gentle touches, the elders familiar scent surrounded him. Dante set back on his heels allowing the kid room to sit up the red bow falling into his lap. Nero blinked a couple times remembering where he was then his sleep heavy eyes fell to the handsome devil before him. 'What had Trish said, something about his birthday? And what the fuck is this in my lap, a bow?' then everything slowly clicked,

Dante attacked the kids lips with bruising force. Six months, six fucking months of pent of passion went into that kiss and Nero readily gave in pulling the elder tighter against him pushing the red trench from his body exposing his naked chest. Nero leaned forward, he'd dreamed of this moment so many times, kissing a wet trail from Dante's neck to his left nipple, suckling, biting, emitting a low moan from the hunter. Nero could feel himself growing hard already and of course the other could smell his arousal, Dante grinned deviously shoving the other back rather roughly and slid between his legs promptly removing the hoodie and the slight fabric of the beater beneath it. Dante left a wet trail down the kids torso, the waist band of the jeans hindering his progress., "Oh, this isn't good Nero." His name rolled sexily off the elders tongue, he could have cum on the spot, said teen reached down flicking open the button, cock pressing harshly against the rough fabric. Dante gratefully released the imprisoned organ, kissed swirled his tongue around the engorged cock but stopped short of taking it into his mouth. Nero whimpered at the loss of heat, "Now now Nero, are you going to leave in the morning or are you planning on sticking around this time?" he squeezed the head of his dick, massaging his balls gently. A low throaty moan that Nero didn't know he was capable of escaped him,

"Shit Dante, ahhh, ngh, ahhh, I n-never stopped t-th-thinking about t-that night…mmmm." The noises almost to much for Dante, he struggles to stay in control. He wont let Nero leave again. His own cock pressing achingly hard against the leather of his pants. He ran his tongue along the underside of Nero's dick causing him to spasm lightly.

Dante completely removed his hands now, placing them on either side of Nero's legs, locking him in place, ran his nose up his collar bone. Nero felt his breath hot on his neck, almost instantly an image of Luke flashed through his mind and he threw his arms around Dante's wide shoulders. The motion caught the elder off guard, "Dante, mark me as yours, make me yours and only yours…" The words almost pleading, Dante would have to ask him about that later but for now he sank his teeth into the tender flesh of Nero's shoulder, drawing blood, Nero shuttered, "Fuck Dante, I want you." Dante released the flesh, the other meeting his lips kissing the metallic blood, the elders tongue meet no resistance as he probed the youths sweet cavern, saliva mixed with blood never tasted so sweet. Nero leaned forward shoving the elders leathers from his hips exposing his thick erection, "Dante, no more waiting, please…" Dante smirked, how can you say no to that. Nero reached up the wound on his shoulder already healed the blood still there and got as much on his hand as possible before reaching between then coating Dante's cock with the crimson goo. The elders eyes tinted red to match. Dante slicked his fingers with his own saliva and began to stretch the boy. Nero hissed once before Dante hit the bundle of nerves sending the hiss in to a breathy moan, "Fuck me already old man!" Dante chuckled but positioned the youths legs over his shoulders and thrust his appendage thick his with blood into the writhing angel beneath him. He clung to Dante digging his nails deep into his shoulder, bringer marring his back blood seeping from the wounds mingling with the smell of sweat and sex.

Dante reached between his and Nero's sweat slickened bodies, his thrusts pounding the kid into the couch, wrapped his hand around the weeping erection and began pumping in time with his thrusts. The coil in Nero's stomach forever tightened, doing everything just to hold onto the devil hunter fucking his brains out, "Harder Dante, Fuck!" Dante readily obliged. A few more pumps Nero came between them, his muscles tightening around Dante buried to the hilt inside him he released moments later. They lay panting together, Dante's forehead against Nero's chest, basking in the after glow. After a minute Nero laid his head back on the couch, "Hey Dante?" He got a grunt in response, "Happy Birthday Dante…"