Gah! I know I should be working on my other stories but I've had this idea for a long time. I even drew some of it (hehe)! Well, I hope all you DMC DantexNero yaoi fans like this! Warning!: boy boy boinking! Please don't read or leave bad reviews if you don't like, okay?

Disclaimer: No way in Hell do I own any of the Devil May Cry characters except Helios and Lacris. Thank you.

Note: Nero will meet every Dante in chronological order (something Capcom failed to do with its weird DMC game order and giant plot missing holes --;)

Ch. 1 God(dess) of Time

Nero was stuck with cleaning duty at the hospital…

…again.

After the epic battle of Fortuna City two months ago, the city was still in shambles, especially many of the homes and neighborhoods that were close to the giant Sparda statue. The Ex-Order couldn't understand why he wasn't outside helping people rebuild those homes. Domestic chores were usually assigned to the women and children while the men were doing construction so what was the deal?

"Neroooo." He looked down to see a little girl no older than six tugging at his trench coat with a small duster in her hand. She smiled shyly at him, blushing a pink tint. "The girls and I wanted to know if…if…you can help us with moving the beds?"

Nero returned the smiled and nodded. Now he remembered why: Since the battle, all the women and children look up to him and with him around, they felt safe and secured, picking him to be with them everyday when they were working. He walked over to a group of women, some in their teens while some middle aged, who were staring at him with admiration. He gave another smile as he easily lifted a bed with his Devil Bringer and asked for where it was to be placed. One of the women giggled and led him to another hospital room while the others seemed to float as they followed him. Nero had to hurry for he was in fear of being sexually harassed….

…again.

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The young man sighed in relief as he threw himself on his bed, stretching his worn out muscles and heard the familiar pop of his bones. He stared up at the ceiling, watching the fan spin slowly, almost hypnotically. The air was slightly chilled and cooled him off after he had a heated shower. And by heated shower, that meant a good old jack off session with running water. It cleared his mind of a certain devil hunter for a while but then he felt himself stiff slightly the moment the other man's face came to mind.

"…shit, not again. I was just done!"

-THUNK!

Nero blinked.

Small creature with bat wings and tiny horns holding his Red Queen blinked.

The chase was on.

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"Get back here damn it!" After some crashes and broken items in Nero's apartment, the silver haired man and the tiny monster ran down a dark alley as Nero fired rounds with Blue Rose. A black warp appeared at the end and the creature disappeared through it as the Red Queen shined in the moonlight as though it was saying goodbye. Without any hesitation, Nero jumped in.

He tumbled down a small hill with dead grass, falling on his shooting arm that made the Blue Rose slip out of his grasp. The gun landed out of site as Nero was on his stomach, choking on the grass. He looked up and focused, suddenly feeling heavy and weirdly very melancholy. The place was of a darkness anyone can see once they are use to it. The air smelled of mist and rain on concrete, making him relax and wanting to sleep. But he shook his head, snapping out of it and remembering his stolen sword. Getting up uneasily, he limply made his way down the hill, taking in all that he can. The entire place was of a different world, very dark except for the dim lights (stars maybe?) that glowed above him. Everything on the ground was shriveled up and black (he assumed), cracking under his feet with each step he took. At a distance, Nero saw smoke and finally, the most light in the place. Fire.

Gathering up his strength, he made his way toward the orange light and found the little creature that stole his sword being scowled by….a woman?

"What the Hell is this?! I asked for an electric screwdriver and you give me this…this," the woman stared at Red Queen for a moment, trying to understand what it was. "…weird sword!"

She flipped her long ebony colored black hair back and huffed. "…well, I guess this will do. Thank you, Helios."

The little creature's golden eyes seemed to brighten at its Master's response, following her as she made her way towards a rusty metal item that stood on a rock pedestal. Nero immediately recognized it as a chrono slicer, a tiny machine that helped him defeat alto angelos quickly with the power to slow down time.

"Hey!" he called out.

The woman turned her head slightly without any expression of surprise. Nero suddenly felt a cold chill up his spine the moment he saw her glistening jade colored eyes. It was a strange feeling as though he was close to jumping off a windy cliff. Suicide…genocide…homocide…it's as though this woman had seen it all.

"Is this your blade, young man?" she asked in a tone of polite aristocracy, a tone very different from what was used with the creature.

"Y-yes.." Nero's eyes widen at the sight of cold breath coming from his mouth. When did it get so cold?

"Ah, pardon me. Please, step near the fire. You will be safe from…well, myself." She giggled nervously but when Nero didn't show any signs of what she said being funny, she cleared her throat. "I apologize that Helios took your sword. You see, he makes mistakes quite often. But don't worry, I'll return this to you once I'm done using it to fix this chrono slicer of your city."

Nero kept his guard up, unsure of whether to trust the stranger or not. He cautiously moved away from her and to the fire where he felt a happy warmth rush over his body, making him normal again.

The woman placed the tip of the sword to the machine and activated the Rev moves by pushing the handle with quick movements. The sword burst into life and flashed the chrono slicer. She smiled in satisfaction as it hummed and glowed. She turned to Nero and threw the sword at him. He caught it with the Devil Bringer and noticed how the handle area was in ice for one moment and then evaporated.

"What gives? What are you?"

"You have your sword, don't you want to leave?"

"Well, that would be easy but I get a little problem," Nero replied sarcastically. "I don't know how the fuck I'm suppose to get out."

"My my, hasn't anyone ever taught you to never curse in front of a lady?" The nameless woman crossed her arms over her chest and pouted.

"Yeah but last time I noticed, you're not exactly human, therefore, if you can't fill that part then you're no lady."

"Ah, I was starting to think of you as an ignorant twerp," she said smartly with a grin. "You can call me Lacris. I'm sure you have a name as well?"

"…Nero."

"Fu fu fu.."

"What's so funny?"

"I believe Helios took your sword at an inappropriate time?"

"What are you talking about?"

Lacris placed a hand over her mouth as her green eyes trailed down. Nero followed her gaze and almost jumped out of his skin. His hard on was visible through his jeans. Reflexively, his Devil Bringer dropped the Red Queen and covered himself with his trench coat.

"What the fuck?!"

"The moment you stepped here, you lose certain feelings but near this fire, it brings it back. Fu fu fu!"

"It's not funny!" he growled.

"So tell me, who is it that captivates your thoughts?"

"I'm outta here."

"Is it…the Son of Sparda?" Lacris whispered huskily.

In a second, Nero whipped out his Blue Rose and fired a bullet at the woman. But instead of hitting her since she moved to the side in one blurred movement, the bullet hit the chrono slicer, making it accelerate in circles. A light shot out and grabbed Nero, sucking him into the slicer and he disappeared with his weapons left behind.

Lacris stared at the tiny machine and blinked. "Looks like I have a lot of work to finish."

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"Aaaaaaahhhhh!! Oomph!" Nero landed on his side, making sure his erection had no contact with the ground as he rolled onto his back, gritting his teeth. "That bitch…" He got up and dusted himself off, noticing that Nero Jr. had died down. His surroundings were once again unfamiliar as he took in the orange colored sky and the old apartment buildings that were nothing like the ones in Fortuna. He turned around and saw a large sign that glowed in neon blue, "Devil May Cry." Taking his chances, Nero walked to the building, hoping to find some help to get him back home. He knocked on the door and found it unlocked.

"Sorry, we close at nine!" a familiar voice called out. Nero's heart stopped beating as the voice reached his ears. He slammed the door opened and excitedly called back, "Dante!"

But his jaw dropped and eyes widened at Dante. The man wasn't Dante. Well, he actually was because honestly, how many other people are there in the world with silver hair? But it wasn't really him. It was like a younger version of the devil hunter, less muscular than the one Nero met but well built enough. He seemed to be Nero's age as the young Dante glared at him with the same piercing blue eyes.

"Can't you understand English? We're closed," the young Dante said haughtily.

Yup. It was definitely Dante.

"You…you can't be Dante," Nero finally said.

"What? You kiddin' me? There's only one of me around." He jerked a thumb at his bare chest. Oh, and did Nero notice that this Dante wasn't wearing his usual red coat? Or a shirt for that matter? Just a pair of old brown trousers and dirty army boots. Nothing. Else. If Nero wasn't in control of himself then he would have drooled on Dante's hardwood floor. Too bad he wasn't in control of "other" things.

"And look! Only the real Dante can make that happen in an instant," Dante said smugly with his trademark grin.

"What?"

"South of the Border," Dante replied as he pointed to the floor. Nero gulped and although afraid to look down, he did anyway and found himself awake for…the fourth time today?

"You know, I'm not into guys but you…hmm. I'll make an exception."

"What-" Before Nero knew it, Dante lifted the Ex-Order off the floor and tossed him onto a black couch. Dante was then found between the "younger" man's legs, fiddling with the belts.

"Hey! What the hell are you-!"

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing!" Dante said reassuringly but Nero didn't need reassurance. He needed to get out.

'But isn't this what you want?' A tiny voice in the back of his mind asked slyly. 'Ever since he came along, all you've been doing for the past two months is thinking about him…about him getting you off and I dare mention it…fucking you senseless.' Nero threw his head back and the voice disappeared the instant Dante's tongue flicked the head of his member. His tongue traced up and down in slow and agonizing strokes, earning deep pants from the receiver. Nero could feel Dante grin against his hardness and soon his lips that wrapped around the head. He sucked hard and let go with a popping sound, sending a wave of ecstasy. He did it a couple more times stroking Nero's thighs gingerly at the same time.

Finally, Dante took Nero fully in his mouth and his head began bobbing up and down. Nero's human hand tangled in the other man's silver locks, pulling his scalp hair softly to give the feeling of relaxation. In return, the devil hunter began humming as he continued sucking. Nero moaned loudly, carefully bucking his hips into Dante's mouth so that he wouldn't choke the other but he didn't mind at all.

His tongue returned to the head. The appendix was swirling around it while his hand, which he stripped to be gloveless, was spit on for a moment and then took the place of the rest of Nero's dick. His strokes went in sync with each swish of the tongue, driving Nero over the edge.

"D-Dante..I'm..…"

"Cum for me, baby…" Dante mumbled.

Nero's whole body shook as he shot his hot seed into Dante's mouth. He drunk every single drop, licking his lips and staring up to the other man. The sight of Nero breathing heavily with his mouth open and eyes half lidded told the Son of Sparda that he did an excellent job. Dante grinned ear to ear with the same cocky expression he had before. He crawled on to Nero's lap and pulled the other into a kiss, allowing him to have a taste of his cum. Nero winced slightly at his taste, wondering how Dante was able to handle something bitter. Hands roamed over Nero's shoulders and pushed away his blue trench coat. They felt the bare arm muscles as Nero's Devil Bringer glide lightly down the half demon's spine. Dante suddenly shivered deliciously as he dipped his tongue in with the kiss.

"…Dante.."

A sudden light radiated from the Devil Bringer, causing Nero to fade away and Dante to roll over to the side.

"What the…?" he said, baffled blinking in surprise. Dante looked around and saw that the other man had disappeared. "Damn….I gotta stop drinking so much…Hallucinations are such an erection killer."

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