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 and 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 Violence, Possible Incest, Language, Angst, Hurting Nero, Hot Man Sex in later Chapters, and other things I'm still thinking up.

I missed hurting Nero. ^-^' And I'm writing this like crazy. Don't be surprised if I have another chapter up tonight.

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Chapter One: Spider Webs and Burning Wrists

"Hurry up, kid!" Dante called out across the grand hall of the demon infested manor. He slashed through an onslaught of lesser demons as he worked his way towards the door on the other side of the large room. The strange creatures that surrounded him were different than any demon the hunter had come across in other missions. The oddly purple-black colored beings seemed to camouflage themselves into the floor and walls of the room when they first arrived. The only way Dante knew they were there was when one leapt onto his arm and started drilling into his skin.

Nero ignored the elder slayers remark, choosing to focus on the parasites attempting to glue themselves to his body permanently. He could not use his revolver, the blue rose, with the demons leaping at him from close rage but he could barely protect himself from the foot long devils with his sword and devil bringer. The young demon hunter was growing tired quickly and he started to lag behind as Dante continued to carve his way across the room. It pissed him off sometimes, how the elder could always go through any situation easily when Nero struggled to keep up.

Slowly the demons started to disappear, layers of their blood and flesh covering parts of the marble tile flooring. The younger man looked up from the last few demons he was fighting to see that the older hunter was already at the door on the other side. He sliced through the devils in front of him in frustration. Dante had beat him once again, just like all the other missions Nero had tagged along on. He walked across the hall, wishing that more than one demon had hurt the elder.

"This should be where the demon controlling the parasites is, according to the guy who called us. You ready, kid?" The more experienced slayer asked as he turned to face the other man.

"Yeah, old man, just try to keep up." Nero muttered, still annoyed at the older hunter. He pushed open the door and walked through it with the elder close behind him.

The room before them was slightly smaller than the hall. It's walls were covered in purple and gray spider webs, each one glowing with demonic power. An odd throne was placed in front of a large stain glass window, the chairs arms and back carved into claw like forms. The window did not have any forms of creatures inside it but the colors of the glass shone a somewhat rainbow color. There was no sign of any demons besides the webs.

"Whoever lives here sure knows how to decorate." Dante said sarcastically as he looked over the weird decor. "I wonder where the demon is." He looked around the room again before turning to his partner, who seemed to be glaring at his back as if it would catch fire if he stared hard enough. "You ok? Or did those demons manage to stab you in the head?"

"Piss off."

"Come on, kid. So you got hit by those things more than I did, it's fine. Not everyone has as much experience as I do." The elder joked, pretending to be arrogant and trying to get the other to lighten up. It did not work. Nero glared at him harder before walking past the older man and towards the throne but not before he socked Dante right in the stomach. "You try to make someone laugh but instead, you get punched in the gut." The elder choked out, holding his stomach as the pain subsided.

Nero ignored the older slayer again, choosing to investigate the strange cobwebs around the chair and window. I wonder why these are here. He thought, reaching out with his devil bringer to touch one of the purple threads. It was icy cold and pulsated power that made the young man swallow nervously. Whatever had been in there had been strong.

"Hey, old man, I think we should-" Nero turned around only to see that the room was completely empty. "Dante?"

Suddenly, the thread that he was holding coiled around his wrist and drew him nearer to the web. Nero pulled away from the web only to have the web beside him grab his human wrist. He yelled in pain as the thread burned into the flesh on his left arm. A hand wrapped around the top of his arm, making the young devil slayer struggle to get whatever it was off of him. He felt himself yanked away from the web and thrown to the floor.

"You have to be more careful, kid." Nero supported himself on his elbows and looked up to see Dante pulling the threads off of his own wrists. "Didn't you feel the energy coming off of that thing or did you think the thickness in the air was natural?" The elder man said, angry that the other would make a mistake of touching something without knowing if it would kill him or not.

"Whatever." Nero muttered as he stood up and brushed himself off. "I guess there is no demon in here after all. It would have come out by now."

"It already has."

"What?" Nero asked as he saw Dante staring at the large group of webs.

"The webs are the demon. Their the ones controlling the others." The elder explained. "After you touched them, you attacked me. At first, I thought that you were just mad at me, but there were threads attached to you. It was controlling you." Nero walked closer to the webs, standing next to Dante.

"So how do we get rid of it if we can't touch it?" He asked, rubbing his still burning left wrist. This caught the others attention.

"You alright, Nero?" He said, actually using the younger man name in order to get an honest answer in return.

"Yeah. I'm fine. The stupid thing just burned my wrist. It's nothing serious." The young ex-order member pulled his wrist away when Dante moved to check it. "I can handle it. Now, let's fine out how to get rid of this thing." Dante could tell that Nero was hiding his wrist for some reason but choose to wait until the mission was over to question him about it.

The older man turned to the large glittering spider webs, wondering if the strings of the demonic world would hold up to bullets. Then the fiery energy dancing across the threads caught his attention. He smirked as he noticed the webs gaining energy from the stain glass behind them. No wonder the glass looks so out of place. He thought as he pulled Ebony and Ivory from their holsters. The glass shattered before Dante could pull the triggers, causing him to raise an eyebrow in confusion.

"Who's slow now, old man?" Nero said, smirking in victory as he holstered the Blue Rose. The fact that he was using his devil bringer drawing the other man's attention. "I guess old age is catching up to you." The younger hunter walked back towards the grand hall, happy that he had gained advantage of the elder slayer.

Dante hummed as he put his twin guns away. That was too easy...Something's not right.

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Nero hid his human arm from him the entire ride back to the office, he did not even hide his devil bringer that well when he needed to. The older devil hunter began to actually worry that the kid had gotten seriously hurt. He sat behind the wheel of his red car, trying to keep his eyes on the road instead of peeking to see the younger hunter's wrist.

"Hey, kid." He said, getting no response. Dante glanced over at him to see if he had fallen asleep only to see the other glaring out the window, his human arm curled up to his waist tightly. "How's your ar-?"

"It's fine, Dante. Watch the road." Nero snapped as he curled his arm tighter to himself. He could handle himself and he did not need the elder slayer babying him because of a small, still burning, injury.

Dante sighed before deciding to drop the subject. He was not going to get anywhere if he pissed the young man off even more. If the other kept hiding his wrist tomorrow though, the elder would be forced to check what it was. If Nero liked it or not.

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