Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own any of the Devil May Cry characters in this fiction, if I did, Kyrie would have died in the first ten minutes of the game, very brutally and with lots of blood, Dante and Nero would be together...and Vergil would be shirtless in the third game...and Arkham would wear a frilly princess dress for my entertainment.

Rated Mature for Blood, Gore, Language, Angst, Hot Man Sex, Hurting Nero, Disturbing Imagery, and other things still forming in my mind.

I need to stop writing when I am suppose to be sleeping. Enjoy~!

Chapter Five: Music of Whimpers and Desperation

It was difficult to convince Nero to leave the nesting grounds, the combination of the younger man's heat and pheromones not only driving Nero insane but Dante as well. Still, the older man pushed it aside, not wanting to ravish his moaning and sensitive mate before they got back to the office. He tried to focus on the odd demonic instinct of getting his lover back to the office, their 'nest', but the younger devil hunter's sweet scent was starting to cloud his thoughts as his inner demon began to abandon anything other than thrusting his aching cock inside of Nero, rough and fast and as many times as he could.

Dante had already made Nero cum once, jacking him off quickly in the nest surrounded by the demons until the younger man screamed his name and painted part of the gravel and the elder's hand white. He had taken care of himself just as fast as well, thinking that it could possibly give them some time to at least get to the docks of Port Caerula. He groaned softly as they wandered the streets of Fortuna in the early morning, his pants already tight again from how close Nero was to him and just how sexy his mate smelt. Dante would have given anything for the ability to teleport back to the office just so he could fuck Nero's brains out all over Devil May Cry. Maybe they could start outside the heavy wooden doors and make their way to fucking on his desk or in the kitchen. They would end up in the bedroom last, where Dante would make sure to fuck Nero's brains out and give the little punk the hardest orgasm of his life. He could already hear Nero panting, moaning out his name and writhing against the fabric.

Wait a minute. He could actually hear them. And where did Nero go?

Dante stopped walking, raising an eyebrow as he noticed that the ex-order member was not walking hurriedly beside him anymore. Hearing another loud moan, he glanced over his shoulder to where he thought the source was, sighing when he found where the sounds he thought he was imagining were coming from.

Nero was leaning against the brick wall of the building behind them on the sidewalk, his eyes closed as his chin dipped down to meet his chest. His lips were parted gently as hot air quickly brushed past them from his mild panting, one hand gripping the red leather Dante had given him to cover himself instead of relying on the torn shreds of his navy shirt as the other ran across the renewed bulge in the front of his jeans.

Dante shook his head, a lazy smile forming on his lips as he walked up to his mate and placed a hand on the brick next to Nero's mussed silver hair, effectively blocking the sight of his lust driven partner's body from the streets. He slide his hand across the younger man's thigh, tracing the left side of his hip and coming dangerously close to the peak of the straining fabric. The older man leaned down to nip lightly at the faded teeth marks on the pale skin of the other slayer's neck claiming Nero as his, anxious to renew it but he wanted to be at the office when he finally gave into to the devious smell of the punk's pheromones and the lewd things it promised.

"Damn, Nero. Am I going to have to pull you into an alleyway again? I just took care of you not ten minutes ago." Dante breathed into the younger hunter's ear, his tone teasing as he felt a shiver run down Nero's spine from the hot air escaping his lips and hitting his sensitive skin.

"S-Shut up, old man." Nero bit his bottom lip gently at how close Dante was, his body aching for more than a teasing brush of the elder hunter's hand on his clothed body. "It's not my fault I can't...control it! I need...I need more..."

Dante tore his eyes away from the azure blue that captivated him so greatly and willingly, scanning the buildings bathed in the morning sun until he caught sight of a shady slim alleyway hidden well enough from view that no passers by would see them or what they were doing. He grabbed hold of Nero's arm gently but firmly, tugging him away from the exposed brick wall and down the sidewalk until they disappeared down the dark alley. He pushed the ex-order member against one of the buildings on the side of the small alley roughly, bringing their lips together for a deep kiss.

Dante growled softly when a moan escaped Nero's lips, sliding a leg between the younger hunter's spread ones and grinding it against the hard erection he found tenting the other man's jeans. He felt arms wrap around his neck, an animalistic need to dominate rising within him spiking dangerously when he felt the talons of Nero's devil bringer dig into the black fabric of his shirt and nick the skin of his chest underneath. He held it back as much as he could, his inner devil screaming at him to give into the natural need to fuck his mate as he pulled away from the all too sensual kiss that was rapidly clouding his mind.

"I want you back at the office. Somewhere where I know no demon will try to take you away from me, kid. If you can wait until we get there, I promise I'll fuck you hard enough that you'll forget your own name. Think you can hold on a bit longer?" Dante asked, staring into the half lidded, lustful pools of azure when they opened. He slid a hand down the younger demon slayer's exposed chest and abs until he came to the still undone metal buckle of Nero's belt and clasped the cold zipper between his fingers, pulling it down and hearing a sigh and sharp intake of air as he freed Nero's throbbing arousal into the morning air. Dante was slightly shocked when he looked up from eying the ex-order member's erection, ice blue meeting a sharp glare dulled by lust.

"Don't call me 'kid', old man." Dante smirked at the angry response before diving down to capture Nero's lips again, forcing his tongue into the younger man's mouth when he heard a low growl of pleasure escape the mouth he was ravishing. He pulled away after a moment, purring softly at the sight of a string of mixed saliva connecting their lips before pecking it away.

"That's the punk I fell for." Dante smirked, nipping at Nero's bottom lip lightly and letting himself revel in the arousing scent tainting the air around his mate for a few moments. He curled a hand around the younger man's leaking erection, drawing a gasp from slightly parted kiss bruised lips as he started running his fingers along the sensitive flesh gently, feeling Nero thrust into his hand as he teased him with the rough pads of his fingertips. "Eager, are we, kid?"

"If you haven't noticed, old man, I'm kind of dying for a good hard fuck right now. But I guess your Alzheimer's is acting up since you forgot how I was nearly ripping off my dick trying to get off back there." Nero bit his bottom lip, holding back a moan as the older hunter's hand wrapped fully around his aching cock, stroking it swiftly as he attempted to meet the thrusts of the battle worn palm sending spikes of pleasure and lust into his core. He shivered when he felt Dante's breath brush against the skin of his neck, a sharp nip below his ear electing a repressed moan from his throat as the elder licked the endogenous spot under his left ear that he abused so often when he wanted a desperate response from Nero.

"Even if I was old enough to have Alzheimer's, I wouldn't be able to forget how fucking sexy you looked writhing in that nest, Nero. Just begging to be fucked by anything willing." Dante growled lowly, his inner demon not liking the memory of how utterly submissive Nero had been under another demon, someone who was not him. "Didn't know you could be such a slut, kid."

"Shut it, old man." Nero snarled as he bared his teeth at the insult, fighting down the need to submit under the older man as Dante mirrored the expression with fanged teeth before crushing their lips together again. The ex-order member gripped the collar of Dante's black shirt, determined not to be bested in the kiss as their tongues fought with the viciousness that some of their battles held. The frantic kiss tasted like a mix of their blood as each turned to cheating, biting tongues and lips and groping one another in an attempt to gain an advantage and dominate the other in the animalistic exchange.

"Fuck." Dante muttered under his breath when they broke apart, neither winning or losing to the other as their intense gazes met, azure and sky each rimmed with crimson to the point where only a sliver of blue remained. He breathed as heavily as Nero, panting as he stared into his mate's eyes fiercely. He had breathed in the delicious scent radiating off of Nero for too long and too close, his devil side no longer willing to wait to claim the younger man. They were still in Fortuna, in the middle of the damn street even. It would be a long ferry ride and a good twenty minute drive back to the office before he could slam Nero onto his wooden desk and show the younger hunter how he was the only being in the entire human and demon world that could satisfy the lustful cravings that his young inner devil had to breed and fuck. The more he thought of it, the less convincing of an argument he could make against taking Nero right there, right now.

"Ah! Dante!" Nero cried out when the slow strokes on his throbbing arousal suddenly caught him in a fast tempo, making him bury his face into Dante's clothed chest in a weak attempt to quiet the moans escaping his mouth from being caught so off guard. His back arched instinctively when he felt teeth brush against the pulse racing with adrenaline in his neck, the spot aching for his mate to reclaim it with sharp fangs and slick tongue. He bucked heavily into the hand tunneled around his erection, groaning and purring at what his mate was doing to him and how wonderful it felt even when Dante was not fucking him into the brick behind him.

Nero gasped when he felt a slick hand run down his bare chest, tweaking a nipple as it past before it slipped around Nero's waist and underneath the crimson coat he wore. The saliva slicked fingers grazed across his lower back, forcing him to shiver at the small rivulets of pleasure despite himself. His jeans slid down his thighs slightly as Dante slipped his hand into them, groping Nero's ass before trailing down to the tight entrance just waiting for him to thrust inside of it. Nero bit his lip to hold back an embarrassing whimper that he forced to be silent as he felt a slick digit glide into him with barely any resistance, his eyes falling shut as his devil side purred loudly at the feeling of having at least some part of his mate inside of him.

Dante kissed the top of his head lightly, nuzzling the silver strands brushing against his cheek as he growled softly at the tightness of his sensitive mate. He thrust his finger slowly at first, pleasantly surprised at how eager Nero was to impale himself on it and feeling feral desire grow within him when he added a second and third finger quickly, the younger man moaning loudly and thrusting back in time against them desperately. Fuck, he could not wait to have the sexy spitfire meeting every thrust of his thick cock into that tight heat.

He licked his lips when he felt the taloned fingers tighten their grip on the black fabric of his shirt, pausing the thrusts of his fingers to adjust their position a little before slamming them roughly inside of his sexy mate. Nero's entire body tensed as he screamed the older hunter's name into the slick fabric of the black shirt, his panting and bucking increasing as Dante nailed his prostate. The elder growled possessively, stroking the leaking cock in his hand faster as he continued to ram into the spot that made his mate writhe and cry out his and only his name.

The younger man bit his lips until he tasted blood again, moaning loudly despite his attempts to quiet himself as Dante worked him closer to completion with experienced hands touching him in all the right places to make him completely lose his mind. He shut his eyes tightly, liquid fire coursing through his veins as he tried to hide the needy expressions on his face in Dante's shirt, unable to for long as the older slayer nuzzled him until he lifted his face from the fabric, their lips meeting again in a deep sensual kiss that broke down the last wall of pride he had.

One more thrust into Nero's prostate and Dante felt the muscles inside the tight heat he wanted to just slam his aching neglected erection into squeeze around his fingers. Loud whimpers escaped Nero's throat as Dante shoved his tongue down his throat, not allowing him to muffle the submissive noises pouring out of him as he came, spilling his hot seed across the front of Dante's shirt and down the hand milking every pearly drop from him.

Nero's legs collapsed under his weight after Dante had forced him to ride out every wave of pleasure numbing his mind and body, the older man withdrawing his hands to catch him and hold him close. Dante breathed in the seductive scent again, his cock twitching at the smell of sex twisting into the sweetness mixed with the deliciously weak noises that he had managed to force out of his lover. He knew that there was not a speck of blue left in his irises as he felt himself pick up his exhausted mate, pulling him onto his back and grabbing Nero's thighs with more of a caress than needed for a piggyback before he felt himself take off towards the docks as fast as his legs could carry him.

He could care less if anyone caught sight of how Nero's pants were still undone and slipping down his thighs or the white mess staining the front of his shirt, knowing that his red coat would cover Nero well enough and not really giving a damn about the stickiness along his stomach and chest. The older man growled lowly in pleasure when he found his mate had not fallen asleep like he thought he would, the teeth and tongue torturing the left side of his neck proof enough. Dante swore under his breath as he pushed himself to run faster, swearing that he would swim the fucking sea all the way back to the mainland if the damn ferry was not there yet.