Sorry this took so long and I'm sorry it's short. But my sequel will make up for it.

"Seriously Dante?" He let his hands slid out from under the shirt and peeled his mouth away from Dante's neck. "Fine then…I'll make dinner while you sleep."

The white haired slayer felt like kind of a dick but he was tired. Nero would just have to wait.

Chapter 12-One Last Time

Nero's head phones played Fuzzy Blue Lights as he stirred a pot of white sauce and sprinkled in salt. He checked the clock and sighed. Dante had been upstairs nearly an hour and half and Nero was beginning to wonder if his lover had fallen into a pit. It was black as pitch outside; he wondered where Vergil was…what that premonition meant and who the hell that other guy was.

He shook his head and turned the volume up, getting the pot of noodles and pouring them into a colunder to strain them over the sink. Something hot and wet grabbed his ass and he jumped, smattering piping hot noodles over his, for some reason, bare chest. "Shit!" He threw the heated pot and colunder into the sink, shoving himself away from the counter and beginning to wipe the sticky gluten off his skin.

The headphones had dropped from his ears and Dante was laughing heartily behind him, leaning against the kitchen table. "Jumpy are we?"

Nero growled, grabbing a handful of noodle and throwing them at the squeaky clean devil slayer. "You're an asshole."

"Ah, but I'm your asshole, ne?" Nero couldn't hold back a small grin as the elder man stepped closer, brushing the noodles off his shoulder and wrapping his arms around the slim frame.

"True…" Dante smirked smugly pressed himself closer, nudging Nero's back into the counter as his lips descended to the boy's neck. "Dante," He whined, but just barely audible. "Dinner's going to get cold."

With a devilish smile, the elder nipped at the smooth skin and blew over the red mark. "We have a microwave." A low sigh escaped Nero's lips and he returned the passion, wrapping his arms around the broad shoulders and pulling the warm body closer. "Ah…" Dante groaned as nails dragged over his back and into his skin. His hands gripped the backs of Nero's thighs and he lifted the teen up, pushing him back onto the counter.

Nero's Bringer wrapped around the elder's neck, pulling him forward into a searing kiss with excitement and fervor. He had been waiting for this, and whether or not dinner was waiting, he would get Dante. Nero moaned against full lips and Dante swallowed the noise, pressing his bare chest flush to the teen's; eager to feel hot flesh under him. His calloused hands wormed under the waist band of Nero's pants and groped perfect, fleshy globes of ass. The teen moaned. "T-tell me what you wa-nt Dante…" He managed out through grit teeth.

How could he have been too tired for this earlier? It was an extreme guess to Dante as to why he had denied Nero before but it didn't matter now. The only thing he could think of was the firm body pressed between him and the kitchen cabinet, the low hum of their mingled breathing and the fast pace of his excited heart. "I-I want you." He tried to stifle the stutter in his voice but failed miserably when Nero bent his head down and sharp teeth took in a dusty nipple. "Ah…fuck." He groaned, threading his fingers through the soft locks of Nero's hair.

The teen led a wet trail down the chisled torso with some difficulty, grabbing at Dante's narrow hips to pull him inhumanly close. His fingers moved nimbly across the button fly and zipper, slipping his hand in to fondle the elder's cock lovingly. "Take your pants off." He murmured softly, teeth grazing the lobe of Dante's ear. Said slayer shivered involuntarily and moved back slightly.

"Yes sir…" He purred with an evil glint in his eye as he kicked his pants to the side of the kitchen. Nero smiled at the naked flesh and crooked a finger at his lover, beconing him closer. When Dante was within arms length the youth reached out, grasping the bare, hard flesh with tunneled fingers and began to tug. Dante grunted with approval and burried his face in the crook of Nero's neck; his own hands struggling with the clasp of Nero's pants.

Finally, with a fruitful cry his hand dug under the waistband and he cupped the kid's hard cock. He palmed the thick vein on the underside and rolled clear pre-cum over Nero's leaking head. Their moans mingled in the thick air as rain began to fall in from the open kitchen window and assault them relentlessly. Nero's back was quickly wetted and he shivered from the icy water; but nothing would deter him from having Dante fuck him on the counter.

"Ang….stop!" Said elder pleaded and pulled Nero's hand away. His release was coming much too close and he wanted to spill it all in the lithe boy. He gripped Nero's hips, tugging the denim jeans away and throwing them to the floor; boxers falling with them. The teen stared at him with glassy, lust filled eyes and he nearly came at that look. He placed two fingers at Nero's bottom lip and licked his own. "Suck."

The teen complied and swirled his tongue around the calloused digits, sucking harshly and smiling internally at the grunt from Dante. He let the wetted fingers slip from his mouth and kissed them lovingly, scooting forward on the counter so he mostly hung off the edge. Dante wrapped one arm securely around his uke and slid his fingers down Nero's spine to his puckered hole.

Tentatively, he slid one finger in and Nero hissed at the intruder. "Ung, more." He grunted, arms wrapped around Dante's shoulders as he pushed down on the hand. The teen purred as a second finger slipped somewhat easily in and curled, nudging the thin membrane of his prostate wall. "Dante!" He moaned like a whore but only the rain heard. "P-please…" He panted slightly, water beating harshly upon his back and washing over his tanned shoulders. Small droplets slipped over hard pectorals and sculpted abs.

Dante loved just staring at him, but the moment called for more than turning in a gooey brained moron and he wasn't one to pass up a moment like this. With a grunt he slipped his fingers from the tight heat and, a little grossly, spit in his palm to lube up his cock. With a sigh he pulled Nero off the counter and positioned the blunt head at the teen's entrance.

"Are you ready?" He asked lowly, grazing his lips along the sharp jaw and smooth skin.

Nero stuttered for breath and bit his bottom lip in an attempt to quell the quiver of his voice. "Y-yes." His eyes were a dark shade of azure and Dante felt a chill run up his spine and fuck around with his brain. The kid would surely kill him. With out another word he gripped Nero's hips roughly and slowly impaled the frail looking boy on his turgid length. "Ah, Dante!" Nero grit his teeth and dug his claws into the elder's back; small rivulets of blood billowing down his spine.

Containing a grunt of his own the elder spun around, pinning Nero over the kitchen table and pulling out until just his head was concealed in the tight heat. "I love you." He whispered softly into the boy's ear and pushed in slowly, angling his hips upwards and reveling in the short cry bursting from Nero's chest.

With each thrust their pace increased, the cries became more garbled and the table began to squeak with protest. Nero arched his back and pressed his rain littered flesh to Dante's sweaty torso as a hot coil twisted in his stomach dramatically. "Dante…Dante…oh god, Dante!" He gave a chant of the elder's name, making said man pump furiously.

"Nero," He grunted as the teen bit at his collarbone and the smell of blood pooled in the air. "Come for me…" He moaned out and wrapped a taught fist around Nero's neglected dick. His calloused hand matched the timing of their thrusts and Nero mewled loudly, clenching his hands in the elder's hair.

"DANTE!" He screamed as thunder rolled and lightening struck with awesome force. Pearly cum covered their chest as the window shattered with an immediate boom of close thunder. They were sprayed with glass and water; blood droplets mixing with the pool of rain on the kitchen floor. Dante grunted and a low moan rumbled his chest. With a feral growl he came hard into the tight heat; his body shaking with his waves of release.

He collapsed with a moan of exhaustion as Nero's fingers brushed wet hair from his eyes and he chuckled lightly. The elder cracked an eye and glanced up from his spot on Nero's soggy chest. "What's so funny, punk?"

He smirked. "I think you've got glass in your back." His human hand slipped down Dante's back and a sharp pain jolted like a tiny spike through his skin. The hand reappeared, a two inch piece of bloodied glass held daintly between his fingers.

Dante purred. "You'll just have to fix me up then, won't you?" A devilish smirk played between them before Nero was attacked by swollen lips.

***

It had been nearly two weeks since the weird "visit" to Fortuna and Vergil's running away with the nobel Sorel son. Nero was relaxing on the couch, watching some random show on super computers that was quickly boring him to death. It had been pounding rain and storms solid with mild breaks in the thirty mile an hour winds. Dante was out on a simple mission taking out some hell hounds in a country bumpkin town just up north.

'He needs to get the fuck back here before I go insane with boredom.' Nero growled internally and stood up, tossing the remote to the couch and striding to the front window. He stared out at the grey sky and fat droplets of rain, hands on his hips as the familiar roar of Dante's engine made it's first appearance Nero grinned just as the phone rang. 'Ugh…if it's another mission I'm taking it.' He slammed a fist on the oak desk and smiled in triump as the phone shot up into the air. "Devil May Cry," He answered automatically as the front door slammed open with an ear wrenching boom of thunder.

Dante stood with a grin plastered on his face as he shook his hair out and dropped his equipment to the floor. "Honey, I'm home." He cooed sarcastically as Nero turned around slowly. His eyes were wide and he nearly dropped the phone as a voice on the other end shouted loudly. "What…" Dante trailed off and his eyebrow rose of its own accord.

With a heavy sigh he hung up the phone and stilled the quiver in his voice. "It's Vergil…we have two plane tickets to East China waiting in Sea/Tac."

Alright, probably a bad place to cut it off and yes, I know it was short but for the purposes of my SEQUEL I had to leave it there. I'll make a note HERE when the sequel is POSTED. Please read and review, sorry it took so long.