OMG! THIS..TOOK...FOREVER!! I'M SOOOOOOO SORRRRRYYY!! FORGIVE ME! I had the idea...was just too lazy to write it, too busy to deal with it, and...too...blah. Just BLAH! I really want my stories to make SENSE and not just have random PWP, ya know? But I tried and although the ending wasn't how I originally wanted it to be, I'm sure you guys won't complain. OK, so...WARNING: LOTS AND LOTS OF SMEX! YES! SMEX! (I hope it's enough this time lolz!) ENJOY! Sorry for the delay again! If there are ANY ERRORS I'M SORRY FOR THAT TOO!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Devil May Cry Dantes or Nero or Kyrie or...the characters. Just Helios and Lacris and the old lady.

Ch 3 In Heaven with the Devils

"I…I give up!" Lacris was throwing a fit. She was almost pulling out her long hair but then felt it hurt so she stopped. It has been four straight hours since Nero was taken into the Chrono Slicer and the woman has still not fixed the confounded contraption. The most she was able to do was connect the wires and bolts of the machine together then super gluing the rest of it together. Oh how super glue did wonders! Who ever came up with the wondrous invention deserved the world for fixing problems! Her jade eyes scanned over the machine once again to find any opening or loose wire…anything! Then they fell upon a tiny hole the size of a regular bullet.

"Hmm…if I can get a bolt that size…that just might be it!" she concluded happily. "That gun the rude boy shot me with!" She called over her devilish looking pet to grab the Blue Rose. Once it was in her hands, Lacris opened it up and out poured the five unused bullets. She carefully placed one of them into the tiny hole and grabbed one of her wrenches to lock it in place. The Chrono Slicer came to life and cranked noisily. The whole area around Lacris and Helios changed to a sepia color and the flame slowed down.

"….great." In slow motion, she hit the machine with her wrench and it caused the Chrono Slicer to spin out of control. Light shot out from it in different directions as Lacris grabbed her pet and ducked for cover. The light touched the black sky and ripped a hole. Suddenly, a red blur was pulled out of that hole and into the Chrono Slicer just like how Nero was taken in. Once everything was calm, Lacris slowly stood up with Helios struggling to be free in her tight grip.

"Oh no…it pulled him in as well…"

The Chrono Slicer opened up again to present a holographic picture. Lacris cautiously took small steps towards the machine and looked straight into it, finding the lost Knight of Time.

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"Fuck!" Dante collided with the ground, falling face first and breaking his jaw. He got up and snapped it back into place, earning a sick crunching sound. He noticed his surroundings was definitely familiar but he could have sworn he repainted the Devil May Cry shop a long time ago. Now it looked as old as when he had to baby sit that one brat! "Just great…and here I was, just minding my own business, not killing demons but taking a nice little nap and what do I wake up to?!" he asked to no one in particular. Anyone who was passing by at that moment would have thought he was just another lunatic. Dante couldn't help it: he got cranky whenever he didn't get his precious fourteen hour nap. True he could go a week without needing any shut eye but that was only when the jobs kept coming or were long cases like the Fortuna City one.

Speaking of the city…

"I wonder how that kid's doing?" The silver haired man thought out loud as he made his way up the steps back into the shop. When he pushed open the door, he felt cool metal touching his temple. His eyes rolled down to see…himself.

"All right, before you shoot my head off, lemme just ask two things," Dante calmly said with his hands raised up in defense. "1: why do you have my beautiful face? And 2: what the fuck are you doing in my shop?!" In his demonic high speed, he moved out of the way and kicked the gun owner's arm, causing him to shoot the ceiling.

"I was about to ask you the same question pal but I got a new one." The shirtless Dante cracked his broken arm back into place and aimed Ivory right between Dante's eyes. "What the hell were you thinking, wearing fucking cowboy gear?! That shit's ridiculous!"

"Hey punk, this style's waaaay after your time," Dante coolly stated. Then realization suddenly hit him like how Beowulf squished him once.

Cocky, over confident attitude plus younger demeanor plus really bad paint job of Devil May Cry all equaled one thing:

He was thrown into the past by that stupid light.

"Aw DAMN IT! Not again!" Dante suddenly screamed, causing the half naked Dante to raise a questioning brow about the mysterious person' sanity. His gun was still aiming at him. "Okay, okay, gotta be calm and cool." He told himself and then turned his attention to his younger self.

"Listen, uh…Dante. I know this sounds really crazy and out there but I'm pretty sure you've seen crazier stuff when you were drunk but um, anyway, I'm…from the future."

Younger Dante's face faltered and he blinked once. When he lowered his gun, Dante signed in relief, seeing that his other self was registering all the information and believing him.

"So that guy…was he from the future too? Oh God, was he was my son?!"

"What?!" Dante was taken by surprise. "What guy?!"

"He…he had silver hair like me-um, us, and had this freaky looking arm and-"

"Oh, that's just Nero. No, he's not your son, thank the Lord-wait he was here?!"

Now it was younger Dante's turn to sign in relief. "Yeah, sometime ago but then he disappeared all of a sudden. I swear, I thought it was the booze and I…" His whole body seemed to turn a shade of Dante's coat.

"What? You shot him? I would too when he's running off that big ol' mouth of his."

"GAH!"

"What the hell's wrong with you, kid?!"

"Um, I sorta kinda…did something." Young Dante coughed quietly.

"I don't even want to know," Dante put up his hands to indicate that he was through with that subject and gave his back to the other one. "I know I did a lot of stupider things when I was you, but no way do I remember anything with Ner-" His eyes suddenly flashed a light and he saw the imagine the younger Dante was trying to tell him.

Was it just him or did his pants get a little tighter?

"Everything that that kid is coming in contact with, well, me, must be changing the past somehow," Dante mumbled to himself. "And I…I can remember it."

"Hey, when I'm older, am I going to be this senile?"

Younger Dante received the middle finger over the shoulder.

"Fuck! OW!" The voices and terrible bone crunches outside gave the two Devil Hunters the sign that they had company to entertain.

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Nero found himself sitting in a park.

No. Really.

After watching the scene of the two Dantes having sex (he hid his erection the best that he could since he was in public), he was somehow zapped to the park and little pigeons were eating bread crumbs at his feet thanks to the quiet old lady next to him. Finally, he remembered that he had a bit of a problem and the time to himself without any sexual distractions, gave him a moment to think of a way out of the past(s) and back into the future.

First: he was thrown into the past by a Chrono Slicer.

Second: he had no fucking clue what the second was.

"This is hopeless," he muttered sadly to himself while a pigeon 'cooed' in agreement. "How am I going to get back home?"

The little old lady gave him a look and then moved to another bench with the pigeons following but one white and gray colored one stayed behind, looking at Nero with its head tilted to the side.

He pouted. "What are you looking at? Go on..shoo." He tried beckoning it away but it still stayed in its place. Then he tried using his foot but it just moved to one side and then back to its spot. "Suit yourself…"

"Looks like you're in a slump-COOO!!" The little pigeon flapped its wing to pick up off the ground, just in time before Nero's Devil Bringer grabbed it to crush it to little feathers. "How dare you try to attack me?! I'm trying to help you, you rude boy!"

"…no way. Lacris?" The silver haired man's jaw dropped as the bird settled down on the spot where the old lady was just moments before.

"In the-er…feathers. I don't know how this happened but I'm glad to be able to get in contact with you," the pigeon cooed in relief and began to pace around the bench. "Good thing you seem to be in one piece."

"…why wouldn't I be?" Nero raised asked nervously.

"Let's not get into that, dear," Lacris waved a wing to indicate that she wanted to change subjects quickly. "Anyway, have you visited any other times besides this one?"

"Er…well. Just one. But now I think I'm going forward in time."

"And how do you transport to the other?"

"…"

Lacris squinted her eyes and her tiny head inched forward. "…let me rephrase that a little. How do you transport to the other times?"

"I…I honestly don't know." He fidgeted with the ends of his trench coat.

"…What are you hiding?"

"Nothing, Lacris." Subconsciously, he scratched his nose and the woman/pigeon took the opportunity to grab the end of his trench coat with her beak and reveal what he was hiding.

"GAAH!" He yanked it away from her to wrap himself up in a human size cocoon, blushing wildly as Lacris was grinning or was trying to with her beak.

"Naughty little boy, aren't you?!" she teased, flying up to his shoulder. "You have met the Son of Sparda of the past, correct?"

Nero wrapped his coat around him more, not in embarrassment but he suddenly felt very cold when Lacris' claws touched him. She seemed to take the hint and perch onto the armchair next to him. "I'm sorry. But hmmm…have you come in contact with him in any…way?"

Nero's body heated up this time when the memories flooded into his head and he nodded weakly.

"Y-yes…and for some reason, I seem to disappear each time I do."

"Very…interesting. I say you go find the son of Sparda in this time and…ahem. Get your business on with him," she said seductively, wagging an eyebrow. Well, she would wag an eyebrow if pigeons had them.

"Are you saying the only way I'm getting outta here and back into my time is if I…"

The sly look on Lacris made Nero gulp heavily. He got up unsteadily and headed back to the Devil May Cry, ready to face his fate.

"My my, and I thought this was a bad thing. What are you looking at?!"

The old lady dropped her bag of bread crumbs and fell unconscious as Lacris suddenly realized what she had done.

"Oops…"

--

"…you gotta be kidding me," Nero said deadpanned. He had easily found his way to the Devil May Cry shop and wouldn't you know it, he met up with not one, not two, but FOUR Dantes. Dante 1 was making fun of Dante 2 who was glaring at him with his blue eyes. Dante, who Nero remembered getting the blowjob from (he mentally made a note to himself to call this one number 3 since 1 and 2 were taken) was sitting on the couch, stealing glances at the Ex-Order. Finally, the Dante (obviously his time Dante, was 4) he knew personally, was greeting him as though nothing was wrong.

"Hey, kid, long time no see!" Dante 4 sauntered over and slung an arm around Nero's neck. "Ya stuck in time too, huh?"

"How did you get here?"

"Eh, was sleeping and then all of a sudden, some light got me and so…here I am!" He threw both his arms up in the air.

"And…you guys too?" Nero turned his attention to the other three Dantes who nodded in agreement.

"What is the deal with this time traveling crap?" Dante 3 complained.

"Trust me, you'll get use to it," Dante 2 mumbled (DMC 2 novel lolz).

"Look, guys, I know a way to get out of here," Nero piped up and all four set of vibrant blue eyes fell on him. The air was a bit tense and Nero was definitely nervous. He blushed slightly and scratched his nose out of habit, looking at the Devil Arms on the wall.

"Spit it out already!" barked Dante 1 who received a "hush up" glare from Dante 2. Dante 4 looked over to his younger selves and quickly set his sights up to the ceiling. He saw what had happen between them and was too embarrass to look at them. Mentally, he stabbed himself with Rebellion. In the groin. No, way. Ouch. Erase that.

"We have to…have to.." Oh God, Nero was never this nervous in his life. He took a deep breath while keeping himself steady on his feet. "wehavetocomeinordertogetouttahere!" His eyes shut away tight to brace himself for the angry outbursts, the disgusted remarks, and the humiliating stares. A slight pressure fell on his Devil Bringer and he peeked out one eye to see Dante 4's bare index finger trace up one of his sharp blue claws. Nero shyly looked up to see Dante 4 contemplating with his eyes lowered in gaze. Then a mysteriously smile graced his features. Suddenly, he forgot the other Dantes for a moment to watch his Dante….okay, so he wasn't exactly his Dante but this Dante belonged in his time. This was the one he got to know, got to fight with, and got to fall for. Instead of feeling lost and angered by the fact that he has been thrown back in time and had no idea how to get out, he was grateful for this moment. Lacris was right and he dropped his pride to accept that he wanted the son of Sparda. Her evil yet innocently playful laugh seemed to ring in his head at that moment.

"Come huh?" Dante 1 spoke up, breaking Nero out of his thoughts and reflexively pulling away from Dante 4. He didn't notice the slight disappointed look. "Well, it's time for you to bottom again, Dante 2!"

"You wish," Dante 2 scoffed and moved away from his younger self.

"I sure as hell ain't gonna bottom!" Dante 3 retorted, jabbing a thumb at himself.

"….How about.." Dante 4 piped up among his other selves. "..we just pleasure Nero?"

"WHAT?!" Nero abruptly turned to look at Dante 4 whose smile turned into a full blown smirk. His Devil Bringer glowed brightly as he lashed out. "No! No no no no! That's final!"

"Aw, why not?" Dante 3 mocked a whine and had the same smirk on his face. He got off the couch and walked over to meet Nero at eye level. The Ex-Order took a step back and realized that he made the wrong move. "I know you liked that blowjob I gave you. You were moaning my-I mean..our names. I can give another one if you like."

His back met up with the wall and he couldn't think at all. Not a single damn comment came to mind that was along the lines of telling Dante 3 to back off or any move to attack.

'Because you don't want to attack,' the voice in his head came back and was louder than ever in its edging tone. 'You don't want to say anything…you want him…them…to do every possible dirty thing to you. Make you cum, make you scream, make you want more. Accept and submit. That's all you can do, right? If you want to go home and if you want Dante enough, then you must accept and submit.' Where did the voice in Nero's head come from? He didn't have time to wonder when he felt Dante 3's lips on his. The voice vanished and Nero's vision became hazy with lust. His tongue glided along Nero's bottom lip and slipped into his mouth, earning a quiet moan. Nero's own tongue began to play against the one that gained access and it was a duel for dominance. His human hand caressed the familiar silver hair while his Devil Bringer gripped Dante 3's bare back. His entire body felt the fire as one of Dante 3's legs came in between his and gently rubbed his awakening hard on. The young Devil Hunter pulled away for a moment to look down.

"Told you only the real Dante can do that," he breathed huskily as his gloveless fingers danced on Nero's belts, undoing them expertly again. Each fell to the floor with a hard clank. The trench coat was stripped off Nero's shoulders and Dante 3 attacked at the flesh presented to him. Nero closed his eyes in pleasure, breathing heavily as he was receiving the bite marks. Dante 3's tongue smoothed over the bitten area and he blew lightly to send a shiver down Nero's spine. Before he received any more actions from Dante 3, Dante 1 pulled him away by the belt loop. It took Nero a second to register that Dante 3 was gone and he was half naked, showing his erection to the entire group of Devil Hunters. He wanted to cover up but felt no trench coat around him that could be used as a shield. A wolf whistle came from one side of the room, in Dante 4's direction, causing Nero to grow hot with embarrassment.

"Our turn!" Dante 1 chirped and grabbed Nero's human hand, leading him over to the desk. Dante 3 was sulking on the couch where Dante 4 was watching with keen attention. When Nero's mind was finally kicking in, he was frantically wondering how three people were going to work and of course he knew about guy threesomes but…gulp. Who was going to be the one with the double roll as the taker and giver?

Dante 2 was already fully naked while Nero noted that Dante 1 was halfway with his clothes, save for his pants. The Ex-Order couldn't help but gape at Dante 2's flawless and muscled physique. It was just like Dante 3's but this one had more time to bulk up. Nero then stole a glance at Dante 1 who was also in the same shape, maybe slightly smaller in the shoulders but still just as hot. Nero was felt a bit ashamed of himself and hoped his body was decent in their eyes just as theirs are excellent in his. His manhood already proved itself so it was time for the rest to do the work. Dante 2's teeth clasped onto his hoodie's zipper and he pulled down as Dante 1 yanked away the rest of his pants. Nero shivered due to the air hitting his bare chest and Dante 2's fingers had caressed gently over one of his nipples. He watched the older man's eyes travel up and down, examining Nero and slowly, a smile spread on his lips. "…perfect." His lips met with Nero's, throwing him into another blown out make out session. As Dante 2 was tonguing him, Nero jumped slightly when he felt a warmth around his manhood. He didn't have to look down to know it was Dante 1 on his knees, sucking him off.

"Aah…" he groaned into the kiss as Dante 1's licked the tip teasingly. Dante 2 moved downward to play with his nipples with his tongue, swirling around one while sticking his index finger into Nero's mouth, beckoning for him to lick. Nero willingly took the entire digit and Dante 2 quickly pulled out, using it to play with his other nipple. It felt like there were two mouths working on his chest at the same time, tripling the intenseness of the orgy. Nero's eyes were half lidded and he couldn't stop himself from panting heavily which seemed to satisfy the two Dantes that were working on him. He stole a glance over to the couch and saw that Dante 3 was naked and on his knees while Dante 4 was missing only his famous red coat. He saw the older Dante sticking two fingers into Dante 3's love hole and watched his expression changed from pained to begging for more. It made Nero slightly jealous but he completely dismissed it when Dante 1 stopped and leaned over the table. Out of one of his pant pockets, he pulled out a bottle of new lube.

"Always prepared," he said with a low chuckle and placed it in Nero's hand. Then his entire expression became serious and he looked at Nero dead in the eye. "I want you to fuck me and fuck me hard, got it?"

The young man almost fainted when he heard the request but when Dante 1 was undoing his pants, he knew what he had to do. Dante 2 got on the table in front of Dante 1, spreading his legs to each side of the desk. Dante 1 began to work on Dante 2's dick as Nero lubed himself. He dipped in two fingers into the goop and spread it around Dante 1's opening. The fingers soon disappeared, feeling a tightness that aroused Nero and then another reflexive tightness until Dante 1's body completely relaxed. Nero carefully placed his manhood inside the other silver haired man and almost cried out in joy among with Dante 1 when he felt the delicious tightness. It was better than receiving head and he wanted to feel more.

Dante 1 pulled away from Dante 2 and moaned, "Come on, fuck me!"

"So impatient," Dante 2 mumbled casually, ruffling the other's hair. Dante 1 looked up and smirked.

"Just like someone I know!" Without any more words, Dante 2 pushed Dante 1's head back on his throbbing dick, forcing him to resume sucking his dick. Nero was working his way inside and when he was completely in, he felt something soft rub against his tip that sent a small jolt throughout Dante 1's body. He assumed that this was the man's G spot and pulled out slow but just as he came out, he rammed himself back in and Dante 1's muffled scream rung in his ears. He ignored it continued to fuck the other, pulling out half way and pushing back in with his entire dick and grazing over the sweet spot. Every time he hit it, which was every half a second, Dante 1's body gave a jump that rode Nero's dick, sending a wave of pleasure. Nero made sure to grip the man's hips hard to keep him from losing rhythm and although he noticed a bit of bleeding due to the Devil Bringer's claws, the skin began to heal itself slowly.

Dante 2 came first and Dante 1 quickly drank the cum, slurping up every last drop until he was dry. Dante 1 came soon after as Nero gave on last thrust and his hot cum shot all over Dante 1's body. Nero slumped to the floor, breathing heavily and had badly wanted to fall asleep. He laid down on the floor with his arms spread out and knees raised. The slow moving fan calmed him down and even though it was too far away and too slow to provide any kind of air, he felt surprisingly cool, especially on his lower region. His vision was soon filled with Dante 4 looking down at him with his trademark grin. He slapped Nero's cheek lightly to snap him out.

"Come on, no falling asleep now. We're the only ones left and need to get outta here."

"But…I came, didn't I?"

Dante 4 shrugged. "Dante 1 must have beat you to it. I already got my bratty self off so he's gone. How was it?"

"…amazing." Nero said in a breathless tone. He wiped the beads of sweat off his forehead made a small noise of satisfaction. Something caught his eyes and they rolled over to see Dante 4's large bulge. "W-wait…you didn't have a chance to…?"

"It's why I'm still here, smartass," Dante 4 remarked playfully and helped Nero off the dirty floor. The younger man finally noticed that the other Dantes had disappeared, hopefully back into their rightful times. But now was more important because he was finally with the Dante he had always wanted to be with. Alone. There was no point to calling Dante number four anymore because he was the Dante to him now.

Dante threw himself onto the couch and patted his thigh for Nero to sit. He hesitated a little and suddenly felt self-conscious again. "I'm..I'm a little dirty.."

"Hell yeah you are, haha! Okay, okay, you don't need to glare, kid. I'll just get rid of these." Dante quickly worked his belts off and in a second, he stripped himself, leaving only a worn out amulet around his neck that Nero forgot to mention was on every single Dante. But that wasn't the important thing: naked Dante of his time was.

"Don't drool now." But Nero couldn't help but do just that and feel himself get hard again. Dante was just as perfect, more perfect than his other selves. So Dante 2 was older and bulkier but Nero wanted his Dante of his time this way. He studied every smooth curve and sharp bicep, eyes trailing all the way down to the flawless eight pack abs that lead to the monstrous hard on of the half demon. He couldn't say anything as he stared so Dante spoke up for him, taking charge. He took Nero's human hand and lead him into his lap, placing the younger man's legs on each side of his. Nero subconsciously rubbed his hard on against Dante's, earning a quiet moan from the Devil Hunter. Through half lidded eyes, Dante saw what his other selves got to see: a panting, horny, and vulnerable man that was willing to submit to anything. It made the demon in Dante stir impatiently but his human side knew how to keep his entire being from raping the young man until he couldn't walk. He pulled Nero into a kiss with no tongue or fast pace. It was gentle and smoothing, a break from the other kisses Nero received and was his most favorite. Dante's hand roamed over the other's body, running a finger down to the curve of Nero's tight ass. His hand gripped him tight, causing Nero to press tighter against the older man. The Devil Bringer found its way to Dante's throbbing erection and began to stroke as lightly as Nero could get it to. In approval, Dante bucked his hips into the service as a low grumble was caught in his throat.

"D-Dante! O…oooo my God…" Nero moved against the finger that worked its way into his opening. He felt no pain at first but then Dante stuck another finger inside and he gritted his teeth. His Devil Bringer stopped and Nero wrapped both arms around Dante's neck. He gave no sign of being angry that Nero stopped stroking him and continued to pump his fingers into Nero. His free hand had pulled apart Nero's cheeks to allow more entrance for a third finger. All three slowly stretched the younger man so that he cried out a little. Dante tried to keep himself controlled, especially when Nero was hotly panting in his ear and his cock was rubbing against his own to throw Dante over the edge. When the Ex-Order began to grind against the invading fingers, imagining that Dante was already taking him, the older man knew it was time.

He captured Nero's attention by stopping the finger fucking and nodded his head towards the half empty bottle of lube. Nero half turned his body and held out the Devil Bringer. The bottle immediately came into reach, surprising Dante of the mysterious ability but decided to ask about it at a later time. Nero poured the last drops onto Dante's dick, and he sat up a little over the tip. Dante gripped Nero's waist and held him up easily. The young man took a deep breath and lowered himself onto Dante, stopping short at first and then until he was halfway did he feel the tingling pain he couldn't ignore.

"It…it hurts…" he whispered as his eyebrows were knitted together. Dante couldn't pull his hands away to smooth the other but Nero took the plunge and tightened around the piercing manhood. His cries bounced off the walls and sweat escaped from every single pore on his body. Strong, calloused hands pulled him slowly up and back down to brush against Nero's spot. Finally, the Ex-Order was use to the pain and got the better end of the stick, no pun intended. He moved steadily on Dante's cock, rotating his hips to give a sensation that tickled the Devil Hunter. Dante raised his hips and firmly planted his feet on the floor. Soon, Nero was riding on Dante, getting his sweet spot be hit over and over. His hands were placed on both sides of the older man's head, gripping the head of the couch tightly as he was losing control of himself in the oncoming waves of pleasure. Each hit sent him shouting obscenity to nothing in particular along with the son of Sparda's name.

"..Nero!"

The movement from Dante has stopped and Nero failed to noticed because he had continued to move himself, fucking himself on Dante until the familiar coils in his stomach had burst. With his orgasm, he felt Dante cum hotly into him, filling him completely. Nero was gingerly lifted off Dante's lap and was laid on his side. His eyes were fluttering, trying their hardest to keep Dante in focus but his body was disappearing and he knew it. The last thing he saw was blue eyes wearily staring back at him, grinning on their own.

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"Dante! Take me to the beach!"

"I told you, I'll give you my car keys and you can go..."

"Ugh! You're sooooo lazy!"

"Patty, you're a kid. You can pretend to be at the beach...at the shop."

Dante unlocked and door and quickly slammed it with no change of expression on his face.

"Dante! What's wrong with you! Let's go inside!"

"On a second thought, it's a little too...dirty to stay inside. It's a nice day, we should go to the beach."

"UGH! You're so HOPELESS!"

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"It's fixed! Helios! It's fixed! It's fixed!!"

"Krew?"

"The boy and the son of Sparda? Why, they'll be okay. It'll be as though this never happened!"

"Krew….."

"Oh, don't give me that look! Time and space was almost-"

"KREW!"

"My, my, aren't we a little caring today? Okay…I'll see what I can do since we have to rewind things a bit and all...after this I'm going to freeze the little Chrono Slicer and break it into tiny little ice cubes."

"KREW!!"

"That's right because no one messes with Death and her ice abilities! MUWAHAHAHA!"

--

"Nero? Nero!"

"Huh?! Oh sorry, Kyrie."

"Are you okay? I've been calling you for a while…"

Nero nodded reassuringly and gave Kyrie a sweet smile. She gave her own smile in return and resumed to helping the other women in the hospital. He stared out the window and remembered the epic battle of Fortuna City two months ago as he was stuck with hospital duty…

…again.

"Hey, kid! Ya missed a spot!" The Devil Bringer wielder snapped out of his thoughts as he saw Dante easily lifting up a bed with one hand and the girls around him, young and old, were giggling shyly. Nero gave a glare but then replaced it with a secret smile in which he received in return.

END

Okay, so...I'm sure you pretty much know which Devil May Cry time everyone ended up in. I had a lot of trouble with that and I got bored with Lacris and Helios so I made their scene as short as possible. Also, yeah, she's pretty much DEATH because you...blah. You know, you feel cold whenever are near death or about to die whatever. Also, Death is associated with Time, hence...EVERYTHING!

I swear, at this point, this must have been the longest chapter I have ever written for any of my stories. I feel good! W00t! Yes, my friends, Nero and Dante were pretty much thrown back in time a little bit, back to where Nero's at the hospital but this time he's hooked with Dante and time can finally move forward correctly and they can continue to have wild smex with each other.

So...love it? Hate it? Please Review