Hey everyone! DantexNero story! Warning! Has yaoi as usual! And...alcohol. Remember, it's not good to drink (especially if you don't know your tolerance level!)
Disclaimer: I don't own Dante or Nero or Kyrie or Lady...anyone from Capcom's Devil May Cry games.
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Prologue: First times are hard times
Nero took his first sip of alcohol. It burned the back of his throat for a moment and then it sunk down, leaving a strong and beckoning feeling of more behind. He slowly lifted his chin as though the alcohol needed help sliding down. A smirk formed over his lips as he gulped back the rest of his drink.
"Whoa, slow down there, buddy, the night's still young," the bartender chuckled nervously. He honestly didn't want to have to call another ambulance due to alcohol poisoning.
"Meh. Don't worry about it," mumbled the white haired youth. "Another."
The bartender was doubting for a moment, running a familiar life threatening scenario in his head but then quickly refilled Nero's glass when he caught icy blue eyes shimmering frighteningly at him. Nero returned back to normal and this time, slowly took sips of his delicious drink.
So here is Nero. A citizen of Fortuna City. Age unknown but damn well old enough. Some would say he's a brat, an ice queen, and a scary motherfucker but those closest to him would call him kind and means nothing but well. He has a special sword, his Red Queen, and a smoking' revolver, Blue Rose. Both had helped him save the Fortuna and his love interest, Kyrie, from evil demons…and did we mention he has an arm called the "Devil Bringer"? No? Well it's pretty much one of the most awesome arms to have! I mean, seriously, he can grab demons from long distances and crush the living sh-
"Can you just get through the damn intro?!" Nero says loudly, making the bartender slowly inch away, getting closer to the emergency phone and first aid kit.
Right…sorry. Anyway, so what's a guy like Nero doing in a bar? Well, some hours ago, he wenton a date with Kyrie. It was any old date with a movie and dinner, ending with a romantic stroll in the park. Now here's where we all expect for Nero to confess his undying love for sweet and beautiful Kyrie, most likely to earn a make out session in the end…or more…
Nero growled angrily and gulped down another drink.
Ahem. But it didn't work out that way. You see, there's this one guy. Half human and half demon. We all know him, girls want him, guys want to be him. Now I'm not saying he all of a sudden popped out of nowhere, chasing a demon and ruining Nero and Kyrie's wonderful evening. It's more of someone bringing Dante up by "accident." One of those "in the wrong place at the wrong time" moments or "I was thinking of this person while kissing another person and then moaned out the one I'm thinking about's name" moments. Yup. The latter. So here's our hero, after some shouting and tears (all by Kyrie), he ends up drinking his broken heart out.
"ANOTHER!" Nero yelled furiously, slamming down his glass and shattering it into bits of crystals flying everywhere.
"Sir, I think you had-"the bartender tried to reason but then Nero's Devil Bringer stretched out and grabbed a hold of the bartender's collar, bringing the server to almost touching Nero's nose.
"I'll tell you when I had enough…" Nero growled dangerously. Even though the server has worked in bars for 10 years and has a degree in mixology (yes…they exist), he still hasn't gotten use to drinking breath.
Nero may have had a couple drinks but like all first time drinkers, they don't know how high their tolerances are. But some are lucky and can hold a lot of-
THUNK!
-drinks.
The bartender sighed in relief, thankful that the white haired man had passed out. As one of his usual routines, he lifted the customer and had to drag him out before any more chaos was going to stir. It took a while due to Nero's heavy weapons which the bartender carefully tried not to come in contact with. By the time he got to the door, it opened with a swift bang and a man with a red coat and cowboy boots stepped in, greeting the bartender with a toothy grin and an enthusiastic "Time to get this party started! Bartender! Hit me up with your best stuf-WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO HIM??" Dante grabbed the bartender's collar and growled exactly how Nero did a few minutes ago.
A bartender's life is never easy.
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"Gah! Dante, what the hell happened? I heard guns firing, was it any demons? And…is that Nero??"
"Relax, Lady, fight in a bar, the bartender was trying to molest the kid here, and bada bing bada boom." Dante angled himself a little with no problem even though Nero was slung over his shoulder like a dead weight deer. "But for him to come out so far all for a drink must have meant shit hit the fan."
The brunette rolled her eyes but couldn't help wonder. No one went to a bar to "just drink". Bars are meant for parties and for drowning out sorrows. When Lady first met Nero, she knew right from the start that he was NOT like Dante when he was his age…at all. So it came to the other reason, which that being…
"Oh," the demon huntress said gently. Dante laid Nero down gently on his couch, turning the younger male's head to the side so he doesn't choke if he were to vomit.
"Heh, never thought you were the drinking in depression type, kid," Dante grinned with his words and ruffled up Nero's hair.
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"Nero…Nero..wake up" The young white haired male blinked his eyes slowly, trying to adjust his vision. He couldn't help but feel light headed as well but once again, a voice called out to him.
"Nero…"
He followed the voice, unaware of his surroundings until he noticed the sweet scent of roses. The scenery flashed before his eyes and roses, blue and red, were delicately placed everywhere in a white room. He stepped over to look at a certain bush of those roses in a vase, taking note that the blue and red roses were sprouting from one stem and not just separate ones sharing one home.
"Come over here…" the voice was purring deeply.
"…Dante?" Nero blinked once and the room changed. There was a bed where Dante was lying elegantly and a white blanket that was around his waist was hiding one of the things that make the naked half demon a God sent (no pun intended). The older male's icy eyes were soft with a hint of desire as they gave Nero a look over from head to toe to manhood. A smirk formed over his lips, turning into a devilish grin, flashing two canine fangs. Slowly, a pink tongue ran over those canine fangs, snapping Nero out of it. It made him realize he was staring. Staring really hard. Dante lifted his toned arm and gave a come hither motion. Without a second thought, Nero obediently walked over to the bed where Dante reached out and embraced him. He found the demon hovering above him, for once not caring if Dante was the one who came out on top.
"…Nero.." Dante growled lowly. It sent shivers up the other male's spine. "…tell me what to do and I'll do anything."
He couldn't believe his ears. Without an exchange of words, more like a reading of eyes, Dante unzipped Nero's jeans, sliding a hand in to feel silky fabric and the young male's hard on. Nero felt the older male pass his boxers and grab his member, beginning to stroke swiftly.
"ooh…f-fuck.." Nero cursed, biting his lower lip. Dante smirked wider at the reaction and stroked faster. More curses and moans erupted; it was music to Dante's ears. His thumb rubbed lightly over the tip and a second time, earning the sound of breath being sucked in. Pre cum slowly started to seep through. The strokes became vigorous as Nero gripped Dante's arms for dear life. It wasn't long before Nero screamed Dante's name and he came on the other's stomach. The demon hunter licked the excess hot liquid off his hand, making sure Nero was watching and not dozing off after a simple hand job.
"Did ya like that?" Nero responded with a timid nod, earning himself a deep kiss from Dante.
When he pulled away, he looked down at the beautiful youth and said, "…wake up."
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"…Neh? Aw, fuck," Nero hissed a curse the moment the sun hit his eyes through the window. He shield himself with the Devil Bringer as he tried to remember the events of the previous night.
"…shit, that's right. Kyrie…Bar…Da-" Before even mentioning "you know who," his eyes shifted down to his lower regions and there, like an annoyingly weak demon trying to fight, Nero Jr. greeted him "Good Morning."
Yup, these are "hard times" all right.
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