Here's another one c: I probably won't be updating again for a few days, so that's why I decided
to post this one so soon. Ah well.

Warnings: Erm... referances? There's not really anything to warn about, haha.

Waterbeds

"You… broke your bed…?"

"Yep."

"…Where's Nero? Is he broken too?"

Dante snorted a laugh. "No. Well… No. I wouldn't say 'broken.' More like… exhausted and immobile." Lady frowned, cringing slightly. The hunter just informed her that he and Nero would be going bed shopping later that day, because theirs had "mysteriously" collapsed. When in truth, Dante and Nero's rough sex had simply become too much for the frame, causing it to buckle, and Nero had already torn most of the mattress to ribbons with his Devil Bringer anyway. They needed something more durable, but Dante seriously doubted they'd be able to find such a thing and it still be comfortable.

"Fine, whatever. I'm going out on a job. I won't be back for a few days."

"Cya," the male chimed lazily, leaning back in his chair and propping his feet up on the desk. Nero was still upstairs, out cold on the broken bed. They were able to sleep on it still, but it was just time for a new one.

A couple hours later, Nero got out of the shower, silently cursing his mate, while simultaneously promising to kick Dante's ass. He couldn't walk. It was highly, highly embarrassing. Every step he took caused small shocks of pain to ride up his spine, and he figured out he could dull them if he limped.

Oh Dante was so getting an ass-kicking.

After dressing, the younger male headed down the stairs, slowly, trying to hide the fact that he was limping and partially in pain. Although, if he could rewind time, and stop the events that took place, he wouldn't. It was damn amazing sex, and the broken bed was worth it. And it meant they could get a new one, which Nero had been wanting since he moved into the elder's room. He didn't like the idea of their bed being one that Dante had other people in before. The younger male wanted one that was just theirs, mixed with only their scents.

"Mornin', sunshine," Dante greeted, not breaking his eyes away from the magazine in his hand. Nero speculated that the new gun book had come in, and perhaps this was just the distraction he needed. While Dante wasn't looking at him, he slowly made his way towards the kitchen, trying to conceal the limping, though ultimately failing. As the older hunter looked up, Nero stopped in place. He'd play stop and go all morning if he had to. He wasn't going to let his mate know about his current condition.

"There's cold pizza in the fridge. It's mine and don't touch it," the male growled out, eyes narrowing playfully at the other. Nero cocked an eyebrow. Pizza was really the only thing the elder man got possessive of. Well, pizza and Nero. Normally, the younger male would have challenged him, and hell, he would have even eaten the cold pizza. But not at the moment. If he picked a fight with Dante, the other man would discover the limp and general pain in the younger's spine. Seeing no challenge present, Dante turned his eyes back on the magazine, finding it slightly odd that Nero just accepted the warning without much else.

The younger, seeing that his mate looked back to the magazine again, began moving, slowly, keeping an eye on Dante should he lift his head again. Which he did, and looked right at Nero.

"What are you doing?" he asked, suspicious.

"…Nothing."

"…" Dante could tell something was up, as every time he looked, Nero seemed to just freeze on the spot. He looked away, tilting his head towards the magazine, but in a position that if he just moved his eyes slightly, he'd be able to see Nero still. Seeing the other look away, the younger male limped lightly towards the kitchen.

Suddenly, Dante let out a roar of laughter.

"You're limping!"

"Goddammit." Nero ignored the other's laughter, and moved to the kitchen, behind the safety of another wall so the other couldn't see him. Much to his misfortune, however, Dante followed him, having put down the magazine. Nero ignored him to the best of his ability, getting into the fridge, and, because he had already been discovered, took some of the pizza the male instructed him not to touch. Dante growled, but it was too late as the younger male started eating it. Nero made the mistake of, after swallowing, sticking his tongue out at the other.

Dante moved in, almost instantly, claiming Nero's lips with his own and fighting the other's tongue for dominance over the kiss. The pizza was forgotten by the younger, as his attention zeroed in on what he was doing. It was as Dante won that the older man snatched away the pizza, breaking the kiss with a victory grin as he held up the stolen food in victory.

Nero glared. Then he proceeded to smack Dante across the face and take the pizza from the older male's hand, Dante too surprised to do anything. Nero moved away, taking a seat on one of the barstools and shifting uncomfortably, his ass still quite sore. The elder hunter just stood there for a long minute, blinking.

"Did… did you just slap me?"

"I did," Nero said easily, a small smirk playing on his lips. "This is my piece, you bastard. And it was for making me limp." Dante wasn't getting off the hook with just a slap, however. Nero was going to thoroughly kick his ass once he could move better.

"Hmph." Dante mock pouted, before getting his own slice from the fridge, and taking a seat next to the younger male at the bar, his eyes thoughtful. They sat in a comfortable silence, eating.

After they both finished eating and Dante showered, the elder man decided it was time to go get a new bed. Nero agreed, getting the sling he usually wore around his Devil Bringer when he went out He was still self conscious about it, and the humans were still as unaccepting as ever. Once he was ready to go, his mate took his hand, pulling him outside to the corvette.

"Do you know where you're going?" Nero asked, sitting in the passenger seat. Dante was quiet for a long minute.

"Nope. Not a clue. But there must be a mattress store around here somewhere."

Nero sighed, doubting that there was. However, he was proved wrong with after an hour of driving around town, they came across a small shop which specialized in mattresses. As the two headed inside, the younger was highly displeased to see it was something of a sleaze ball shop. The carpet was an ugly orange shag material, the walls a mismatching, puke green with flaking paint. The mattresses were of poor quality, cheap golden frames and discolored white bedding. It made Nero a little sick to his stomach, while Dante was just… distressed. The only mattress store in the city's radius, and this was what it had to offer?

A man with greased back, black hair approached them, wearing an olive color striped suit. "Hello sirs, how can I help you."

"You can't. I think we're leaving," Nero spoke through his teeth, turning his body to leave.

"Hey!" Dante suddenly called, moving over to the corner. Nero frowned, not wanting to follow his mate, but at the same time not wanting to be left there alone with the creepy sales man who was looking at him weirdly. He followed the older man quickly, wondering what the hell he could have found in such a place.

"It's a waterbed!"

Nero's eyes widened in horror as he stopped in place, ten feet from where Dante flopped down on the bed, the waves moving his body up and down.

"Hell no!" Nero exclaimed, shaking his head. "We are not getting a waterbed!"

"C'mon kid, it'd be fun!"

"No!"

"But—"

"No!"

Dante was quiet, just watching his younger lover who stood now fifteen feet away, having backed away sometime during the mini-conversation. A devilish smirk came to the other man's lips as he stood up from the waterbed.

"Are… are you afraid of the waterbed?" he asked, a small chuckle coming from his lips.

"W-What? No!" A lie. Nero was deathly afraid of waterbeds. He didn't want to touch it, sit on it, or be anywhere near it. He refused to sleep on a bed of water, on the grounds of potentially drowning while he slept. And with the way Dante was approaching him, Nero began to get very anxious. He backed away more. "D-Dante, get the fuck away from me. I mean it."

"C'mon kid, there's nothing to be afraid of, it won't bite…" He moved quickly now, lunging to tackle Nero to the ground. The younger male narrowly escaped, running around the other side of a large California kind sized bed. Dante growled, eyeing Nero from where he stood on the other side.

"I'm not getting on the fucking waterbed, and we're not getting one! Let's just go." Dante watched him for a long minute, like a predator watching their prey, before seeming to concede.

"Fine. Let's go then. We sure as hell are not getting a bed here," he spoke, glancing around the room briefly, before shuddering. He lead the way towards the door, and as he heard Nero catch up, he spun around quickly and heaved the younger male over his shoulder. Nero cried out, flailing as the other held him in place.

"Put me down, you bastard!" he growled, attempting to kick only to have his legs restrained. With his Devil Bringer in the sling there wasn't much resistance he could put up, as Dante slowly marched him to his death. Clawing into Dante's back like a cat who was about to be thrown into water, he struggled to get free, panic overtaking him. He did not want to get on that waterbed. He would not. He refused.

"Dante, I swear to god—"

His threats fell on deaf ears as the older whistled lightly to himself, walking Nero back to the corner of the store. Nero, while still struggling, began to attempt to get his Devil Bringer from his sling, as it would create the only chance for him to escape. He unhooked the sling, and flung it off just in time for Dante to attempt throwing him down on the bed. Nero clung awkwardly to the man's back, the talons of his Devil Bringer clawing into the man's side and drawing blood.

"Fuck. You!" he hissed. Dante chuckled, amused and not at all bothered by his new scratches.

"I guess I'll just have to lay down with you then." He slowly started to descend on the bed, making sure to keep Nero secured on his shoulder. The younger male flailed wildly, realizing he was about to be pinned to the water-y mattress. His worst fears were quickly being realized.

"Dante, stop!" he exclaimed, but it was too late. The elder man flopped down on the mattress, pinning Nero to the bed as it swooshed around.

The younger male flailed again, trying to get out from under Dante and off the bed. However, as he swung the Devil Bringer to punch his mate in the face, the tough hide that covered it scratched the bed, popping it like a balloon. Before either realized what happened, they were submerged in the shallow water, more water pouring out on to the ugly carpet.

Nero shuddered, the water having flooded the wooden frame, and stood up, his entire body drenched. Dante began laughing, and the younger male twitched, before jumping him and pushing the older man under water.

"You have to pay for this!" the salesman shouted.

Nero was more concerned with drowning Dante.

Ahh. Fun fun.
Okay folks! I decided to combine two of my word-prompts, which means
I'm in the market for a new one! I'd love some suggestions! And be creative c: