Wow! I finally got this up! Ack! It's my graduation tomorrow! OMG! I'll finally be out of high school! Ahem, anyway, I hope you enjoy this! Sex may be short but hey, I'm getting the hang of writing the scenes here! Warning: male on male action! Please leave if you don't like! Saweet! Now I can get going with my other stories!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Devil May Cry characters.

Chapter 3: The Knight's Happy Ending

So the Knight found a white horse and rode it back to the King's Lair where he proved his love to the King and they had happy bunny yaoi sex for the rest of their days and a heir was never born so the kingdom fell apart as the Knight and King lived happily ever after.

Okay. So it didn't happen like that, but wouldn't it have been funny if it did?

"Shut up!" Nero shouted into the air as he was driving a white motorcycle through the streets. He revved up the engine and zoomed pass the people, missing them by a centimeter. He definitely earned himself strings of curses but paid no attention at all. A few minutes earlier, he asked Lady about a bathroom rug store. As he gained the knowledge of the closest one, he sort of…"borrowed" a bike. And not just any random bike-

"I really hope I don't ever run into Lady again," the ex-Order mumbled to himself.

-it was said woman's bike. That was the "favor". Sadly, our hero has no idea what kind of woman Lady is. Oh well, the punk can find out for himself. Nero quickly bought a wine colored rug and hopped back on the stolen bike. About twenty minutes later, he caught the sight of the sign 'Devil May Cry,' and took a deep breath. It was now or never. Nero stopped in front of the shop and turned off the engine. As a reflex, he brushed his hair, hoping that it was neat, and dusted off his clothes. A tiny thought nagged at the back of his head, telling him that he hasn't showered since the night before. It made him feel self conscious about his image and BO but he was already here. There was no turning back now. The hole with no door made him feel worse. He quickly stepped through out of the sunlight and into the musty building. His eyes scanned the office, finding no signs of the devil hunter. He looked over to the couch and immediately a blush became noticeable on his pale complexion when the memory of him and Dante there just three hours ago resurfaced in his mind. There was no way that Dante was out because no one was that stupid enough to leave somewhere when you don't have a door to lock up your home. The other silver haired man was definitely home.

Nero began to search around the first floor. There was a kitchen with empty pizza boxes and tomato juice bottles that littered the floor and countertops and a closet with cleaning supplies that looked as though they haven't been touched for years. The final place to look was…gulp. Upstairs. He took another deep breath and slowly made his way upstairs. Noisy creaks were erupting from under his boots, causing him to stiffen up in fear. Wait, what was he afraid of? He needed to see Dante and drop off the rug in apology as well as thank him for the hospitality. There was no fear to that at all. Okay, he was just kidding himself. Nero had every right to be afraid. What would happen when he comes face to face with Dante? What would he say? What would Dante do? What would HE say? The questions and possibilities were whirling around in his head, making him dizzy and even more scared.

He poked his head into the familiar bathroom which was cleared and smelled very lemony fresh. Still no Devil Hunter. Nero had only one last place to check: the bedroom.

The door at the end of the corridor seemed to be it. Nero felt his heart beat faster and his Devil Bringer turned on to indicate his nervousness…or red orbs hidden in Dante's room. Whichever the case, it was definitely not going to turn off any time soon. Before his hand could reach the handle, he caught muffled voices coming from behind the door. He reflexively turned the knob and let himself in…

….and upside down.

"What that…?!" Nero blinked in surprise. "DANTE!!"

"Well, lookie what I caught fer dinner…a Nero glow fish!" Dante remarked playfully as he poked at the net with his index finger. Nero struggled in the fish net, causing it to lightly swing back and forth. It cramped him in tight as though he was tied up. He couldn't even use his Devil Bringer to get out since his right arm was twisted behind his back, cutting off his blood circulation that got Bringer working (author note: this is my assumption on how it works). When Nero finally stopped struggling, he noticed something that made him blush madly.

Dante was free of his infamous red coat…and black long sleeve shirt…and numerous metal buckles. All that was left were those weird cowboy pants and boots of his. If one did the math correctly, they would get left over asexy shirtless silver haired Dante. Now you know why the rank "S" is the best. Nero slowly counted back from ten to calm himself down. The blood was already rushing to his head since he was upside down. He didn't want to choke on it if it sputtered out of his nose. The cocky grin that Dante had on his face also helped Nero's mood change from embarrassed to pissed off.

"What the hell was going through that thick head of yours?!" Nero spat.

"Hmm, let's see," Dante pretended to be in deep thought as he rubbed at the scuffle on his chin and aimlessly stared at the ceiling. The grin turned a bit too smug in the younger man's eyes. Dante sat down on the edge of his unmade bed. "You ruined my rug and my door. I figured you were going to come back to apologize. But!" He stuck his index finger in the air like he had an idea and Nero imagined a cheesy light bulb flashing on above the Devil Hunter's head. "I figured at least half a chance that you were going to storm out or destroy my shop because I would say something that would piss you off. Am I on the money or what?"

"…So you thought a trap like this was a good idea?" The ex-Order hissed under his breath. The Devil Bringer grew brighter, clearly showing Nero's losing of patience.

"Eh, sorta kinda," Dante simply replied. "Had to figure out something to keep you from running off without having to pin you down. So, kid…" He got up from the bed and looked down the net, his blue eyes gleaming as shadows fell over his face. "…start talking or I ain't letting you out anytime soon. What's causing you to lose your cool? Well, more importantly, what was so bad that you had to drink yourself to death last night?"

Nero stiffened slightly at the memory. He had completely forgotten about that. His eyes didn't dare look up to Dante's and instead looked away in shame. At that moment, Dante had to shake the net, causing the one caught to look back up to see the other man with a solemn expression on his face.

"I…I had some trouble with my girlfriend..well, she's an ex-girlfriend now, I guess," he explained in a low tone but Dante didn't interrupt him by asking to speak louder. "So that's why I was at the bar. To drink my sorrows away. I know, it was a stupid move because I could die from alcohol poisoning and shit like that so don't start lecturing me on it."

"….There's more to the story than you're telling me, kid." Dante stated plainly.

"..Can I be let out first?"

Dante slipped a knife from his pant pocket and cut the net open. He gingerly pulled Nero out by tucking under the younger man's arms so that he wouldn't fall. Nero sat on the bed, feeling the relaxing rush of blood going from his head to back to the rest of his body.

"I…I said something I shouldn't have when we were kissing. I made Kyrie cry and I know it's over between us."

"….What's in your coat?"

"Huh? Oh this…" Nero pulled out the rolled up new rug. "Here. I'm sorry about your old one. And I'll fix your door too."

Dante took the rug and examined it. "Nice bow."

"Yeah…" He subconsciously scratched the side of his nose, a habit that he hasn't been able to break.

"What did you say?" Dante asked.

"I…." He took a deep breath and said quietly. "…I-I said your name."

Nero couldn't believe he said it. Now he really couldn't look at Dante. He nervously rubbed on his silver ring, waiting for the disgusted remarks and was trying to keep his heart together tightly so that when the hit came, it wouldn't hurt as much. It made him think about how Kyrie was feeling. Just the brief thought made him feel like an asshole.

When Dante said nothing more, Nero got up and said without looking at the other man, "I'm leaving now. If you don't want to deal with me anymore it's cool, I get it. But I'll come back and fix that door for sure, if you still want me to." He felt the tears stinging his eyes but he held them back as much as he could just as he kept his voice steady. "So. See you later."

Just as Nero was about to pass through the doorway, he felt a strong tug on the back on his hood that almost choked him. A millisecond later he found himself laying on Dante's bed with the said man hovering over him. Dante's eyes cast no emotion; no signs of displeasure or haughtiness could be found anywhere. His hands held down Nero by the shoulders as the younger man helplessly laid there, taking a moment to process all that was going on. The scene…it was exactly like the dream Nero had the night before.

"D-Dante-"

"Is that how you said my name?" he inquired.

"W-What are you-?"

"Don't play stupid. Is that how you said my name while you were kissing Kyrie?"

"No…"

"I want to hear how you said it to her.."

"What?! No, no! We can't do this! You have someone else!"

Nero could feel Dante's body completely tense up. He watched the older man's facial expression, seeing a flash of confusion and something along the lines of "what-the-hell-are-you-on?"

"You and…that woman.."

"Beryl? There's absolutely nothing between her and myself," he stated pointedly.

"No…not her! You denied her and said that there was someone else!"

As Nero waited for a snappy comment or a shout in the ears, anything…it never came. Instead was a boastful laughter from Dante that made Nero think of himself being pawned in a duel.

"You know why eavesdropping is bad, kid? It creates misunderstandings. You may not know what the person is saying is what they're really saying."

"Don't call me a kid," Nero said with an pout.

"If saying it gets you to make that face then I will continue to call you kid, kid."

The younger man took a deep breath and thought that it was best to deal with that issue later. "So…there is no other person? It was just a lie?"

Dante smirked devilishly and looked deep into Nero's eyes, saying the answer that needed no words exchanged.

"It was half a lie."

…Well Nero wasn't expecting that.

Dante inched closer until his nose barely grazed Nero's. "The truth is that it is someone else. The lie is that it's a woman which I know Beryl expected to be."

"Wha…" Nero was cut off mid sentence when Dante hushed him with a kiss. He felt the older man slide in his tongue, tasting him. Then he felt pressure on his entire body due to Dante lowering himself onto him, trying to trace all the strong curves through Nero's clothes. When Dante pulled away, he found Nero completely as red as his coat. "But…when did you…? Why do you…??"

"Easy. It was after you ran out. Although I prefer women over men any day…you're the only guy I find any attraction to. There's something in me that tells me to keep going for you, whether it be annoying you or pissing you off. I guess, I get a rush. A sadistic sort of high. But now that I see this side of you…" Dante's lips went close to Nero's ear and he said huskily, "…it makes me want you in ways you can't even imagine."

The moment Dante whispered those words to Nero, he felt something digging into his pant leg. His eyes trailed down to see a bulge through the red area of Dante's pants. He lifted his knee to gently rub on it, earning a deep moan from the other man.

"Look at what you made me do, kid," Dante growled lustfully as he began to shed the trench coat off the other man. Nero quickly fumbled with his hoodie's zipper, exposing delicious pale flesh for Dante's own pair of blue eyes to drink in. Immediately, Dante attacked at the exposed skin, trailing his tongue over Nero's chest and to one nipple. His tongue drew circles around the hardening nub as his fingers went precisely in time with his tongue but going in a counterclockwise motion.

"D-Dante…" Nero moaned, feeling the Devil Hunter bit down and pinch him on both nipples. "Aah!"

"Want me to stop?" Dante asked teasingly, his hot breath making Nero squirm.

"No…please…"

"Please…what?"

"More…please."

"Anything you want…Nero." He resumed back to what he was doing but this time switched to the other nipple and began teasing the bitten one with his fingers. This time he bit on Nero hard enough to draw blood but quickly licked it caringly. More moans emitted from Nero and he didn't realize that his legs wrapped around Dante's waist, grinding his hard on against the other's. When Nero's nipples were a shade of crimson, Dante unbuttoned his pants and as they got to his ankles, he kicked them off. To Nero's pants on the other hand, when the younger man let go of Dante's waist, Dante practically ripped his jeans off along with his underwear and Nero wrapped his legs around the other once again.

Nero took a peek down below to see Dante's large erection, pulsing to fuck. It shook Nero a bit at how he was going to take in something so large but he knew he was going to have to grin and bear it. Dante began kissing and licking straight to Nero's own erection, ready to take the other into his mouth.

"Wait, Dante!" Nero pushed the other up to look at him who seemed thrown off at the suddenness. He placed a hand over his chest, determined. "Let me. Please."

The son of Sparda only smiled, taking his place on the bed as Nero crouched down oh his knees between Dante's legs. He tentatively held the cock in place with his human hand and licked the head. Not minding the taste, Nero began to suck at the tip, feeling a drop or two of pre cum seeping through into his mouth. As his tongue swirled around the tip, the rest of his mouth followed down the length, sucking deeply. He heard an inaudible groan coming from above him, one that he made out to be a satisfied "fuck yeah." Nero continued to suck off Dante, now trailing his tongue along the other's hard cock and then by surprise, completely taking him all in again. Then he moved down to his balls, placing his mouth over them to feel it retract slightly then swirling his tongue around them. His fingers curled around the spit covered member and began pumping Dante to the timing of Nero's lips roaming over his jewels.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck, "Dante chanted under his breath as his head loped over to one side in pleasure. This was turning out better than he expected. He ran his fingers into Nero's hair, a sign of satisfaction and joy of the service. Nero went back to his shaft and took the whole cock into his mouth with his head bobbling up and down as he sucked the other off. He was enjoying Dante's vocabulary of curses which meant that Nero was doing a good job. Suddenly, Nero was pulled off the floor and thrown back into the bed with Dante regaining his position over him.

"I…can't take it anymore," he breathed in broken breath. "I'm going to fuck you senseless."

A few moments later, Nero found Dante's fully erected cock completely inside of him, invading his body but oh how it felt so right. Dante pulled himself in and out in quick and hard thrusts, feeling the need for Nero's tight hole more and more. He enjoyed the cries of his name being called out by the younger man, fucking him to emit another after the other.

It was sadistic, just as the Devil Hunter had stated before but because Nero said nothing about disagreeing of it, he had no problem feeling right to keep going and damn well liking it. The tightness of Nero's ass was also giving him his twisted high, clinching around his cock as though it wanted to keep him in and then opening up to allow him the entrance back in. It was all too good, especially since he kept a perfect rhythm that slapped his balls against Nero's as he pounded harder.

Dante felt himself almost becoming lightheaded due to the intense pleasure until he heard Nero was about to cum. The ex-Order's whole body shook as he cried out, receiving one last hard thrust and feeling himself being filled up with Dante's white hot seed. His own hot seed shot out onto Dante's taunt stomach. As Dante slipped himself out, he leaned over to lick the tears that clung on the edge of Nero's eyes. He believed it hurt like hell so he began to show his apology by being completely gentle with Nero. The other silver haired man felt Dante lay next to him and wrapped his arms tightly around the other as he clung on to him. Funny, something in him was telling him that he liked this too. Maybe even love how Nero was fully vulnerable before, during, and after sex. Dante brushed wisps of silver hair than was stuck on Nero's forehead due to sweat and kissed it affectionately.

Nero chuckled lightly and closed his tired eyes. Dante pulled the covers over their naked bodies and stared up at the ceiling. "And the Knight lived happily ever after…" he mumbled absently as he fell into his own slumber.

THE END! zOMG! I actually finished this! Sorry if there are any errors. I'm really sleepy now.

So..Love it? Hate it? Please review!