Hi Hi!! This is my first story. If you have any ideas about things that I could have done better, let me know. My writing style may seem a littel weird. Just so you know, italics means a character is thinking or their "inner voice" is speaking (you'll get in when you read later on), or if the italics isn't in a thought process, it means the word deserves emphasis. Hope you enjoy!

I do not own DMC, its characters, or concepts, yadda yadda yadda.

WARNING: Contains hot man sex in later chapters. If you don't like, don't read.

Chapter 1: Ravina's Last Stand

Nero's thoughts were racing. The mission ahead of him should be the thought occupying him, but it wasn't. Silently scolding himself, keeping his eyes on the buildings that the motorcycle quickly passed, he kept thinking about this new feeling that had reared it's seemingly ugly head. He couldn't figure it out. It annoyed him like a cut on the inside of his mouth; every time he tried not to pay it any attention, it caught hold and tantalized him.

Fuck it. There are demons to fight….

"You alright back there, kid? Is my hot body making you zone out??", the red clad demon driving the motorcycle asked him.

"You're such an ass. Pay attention to the road old man."

It'd been almost a year since he started working with Dante; he'd moved from Fortuna when Kyrie left him, saying their relationship was more sibling like than romantic. Somehow, it didn't surprise him that he'd found his way to Devil May Cry. Something inside him had yearned to be in contact with the elder hunter since he'd last seen him that fateful day…

"Kid, if you keep getting lost in thought like that, you're gonna get yourself in trouble."

Dante: His partner, his friend, his….what was the word his mind kept pushing away from him?

"Kid? Are you even listening to me?"

Nero snapped away from his thoughts, playing it off, "Just pumped for a fight old man. Think you can keep up with me?"Dante could see through him like glass, "Keep your head straight, kid. You don't want to get it ripped off." They had stopped at a dead end street, dismounting the bike. "Besides, kid, You can't touch this."

"Stop calling me kid!"

Sometimes, that man could drive him insane; always outdoing him, showing him up, doing things on purpose to annoy the shit out of him, the list goes on. He sighed.

Nero pushed past the elder and started to make his way towards the building that the client had reported seeing the demon in. "503" was printed on the side of the abandoned brick structure, the height looming over him. He felt it in his gut….something was strange here.

"I'm serious", Dante said, standing beside him, "I've got a strange feeling about this….".

"You too?" Nero asked, a dryness taking over his mouth.

"Yeah. Keep your senses peeled."

They entered the building, a weird energy assaulting their senses. The smell of mold, and a smell that Nero had never encountered before, met their nostrils with a stinging sensation.

"Nero, be very careful", Nero was halted by his partner.

"I know, old man. I-", he was caught off guard by the hunter's red rimmed eyes. There definitely was something strange going on if Dante was tapping into his demonic side.

"There's more than just hell-hounds here", he sniffed the air, "I smell ambrosia. There's a she-devil here….a powerful one."

The younger slayer felt uneasy. He'd never encountered a she-devil before. It seemed to be the only one he hadn't. The only thing he knew about them was that they could seduce even the most powerful of demons; it was the reason why Dante's demonic side was starting to show. He slowly stepped away form his partner, listening intently for any sounds at all. There was silence. Unbearable silence. Then, as soon as he was out of Dante's line of vision, it hit him: the smell. The slightly sweet, alluring smell that the elder had warned him about. It wrapped around him like silk, almost tangible to the younger hunter.

"You like that, don't you demon?"

The female voice sounded distant; it sounded sexy.

Nero felt his body turn to the back of the building, his mind becoming engulfed in the temptation that the she-devil was now pressing upon him. Though he tried to resist, he felt his body succumb to the scent and thoughts. His mind ached at the sweet images that played through his mind He was the prisoner of the elusive female.

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"Nero?" Dante called as he lost sight of his younger partner.

He searched the dimness around him, keeping his mind on the slayer and away from the alluring scent of ambrosia. He'd had plenty of experience with these demons. No way was he falling for her sultry tricks.

He slid past old crates and tarps, looking for his counterpart. He wished the kid hadn't been along. The kid had never encountered a she-devil before and he doubted that he'd be able to handle the mind games…especially since the kid had seemed preoccupied for a while now.

The kid isn't yours, she-devil. He's-

He rounded the corner and he saw him; he was in the she-devil's grasp. The naked, green female held the younger slayer above her head with a vine like extension. She looked up at the dazed figure in her grasp from her platform of flowering plants, brandishing another vine extension with a sharp, gleaming edge at the end, a foot away from the soft flesh of Nero's neck. She smiled at the entranced hunter, knowing what she was going to do.

A pang of anger, irritation, and a flash of something Dante didn't fully recognize, flared up in his stomach.

The edge of the sharp vine glinted.

Shit!!

"Nero!!" He screamed, grabbing Ebony and Ivory from their holsters and rushing forward to his partner.

"Another one? Damn you for bringing company". The she-devil clenched onto the slayer's leg, turning her attention to the oncoming bullets that Dante sprayed in her direction.

"Nero!! Snap out of it!!" Dante dodged one of the vine like extensions, running up the side of a huge crate to continue his assault on the green bitch. She wasn't having Nero in any way.

"Huh?", Nero opened a glazed over eye. He felt all warm.

Why am I floating? Hey, Dante's shooting at something. I wonder if he found the demon?

Nero then realized that Dante was shooting in his direction.

What the-

The younger hunter gasped as he realized he was in the she-devil's grasp.

"Hell no." He unsheathed Red Queen from his back and sliced through the vine that held his ankle.

The devil loosed a high pitched shriek at the sudden pain.

"Good job Kid!!" Dante yelled, brandishing Rebellion for a job of weed whacking.

"The boy is mine, Son of Sparda!!"

"I don't think so, Ravina", Dante responding as his memory brought back the green bitch's name. He'd dealt with her before. The bitch had almost gotten him too.

Aha! I remember where her power source is!

"Aim for the center of her platform, kid! That's where her power source is coming from!"

He now stood next to the youngest, preparing himself to take on Ravina and her vines. His partner revved Red Queen.

"Let's do this"

They both sliced vine after vine, making their way to their destination. Ravina shrieked at each vine she lost, trying her best to protect herself from the two half-demons that were doing a damn good job of making her into mush.

"Damn you half-breeds!!" She screamed, throwing every bit of power she had left at them.

"Too late", Dante pierced his sword into the heart of her green throne, watching the remaining wines around her wither and fall off.

"Woo-hoo!!" Nero handled Blue Rose beautifully, blowing off bits of plant as he reached the she-devil herself. Maybe he was finally gonna out-do Dane this time. He was having fun.

When the elder looked over at his partner slicing frantically, and triumphantly, at the bitch's body, he saw the last living vine come up behind his body and ready for a precise stab. Nero was too focused on the bitch to even realize what was about to happen to him.

Damn it…

"Kid!! Get out of the way!!!" Dante screamed at him, sprinting in a futile effort to stop what was about to happen.

Nero noticed the vine, but it was already too late. As his sword finally took the remaining life of Ravina, the vine buried itself into his neck, oozing green liquid as it had it's vengeance on the kid. Nero fell to the ground, unconscious.

"No!!" the elder yelled. The rush of anger made him trigger, rushing at lightening speed toward the scene.

He grabbed the vine in his demonic hand and crushed every little bit of life out of it, kicking the lifeless form of Ravina before she disintegrated into the floor of the building.

"Stupid Bitch."

Dante turned and knelt beside his young partner, de-triggering and pushing the hair from Nero's face.

"Damn it, kid", he whispered, "I told you to keep your head straight. I shouldn't have let you come."

He picked the younger man up from the ground, carrying him close to his body as he walked out of the damned building. He was glad the kid was alive. He had to admit he'd expected the worst when he saw the kid fall and it was relief to see his chest rise steadily up and down. A huge relief.

He gazed at the kid, sitting him in front on the bike's seat so he wouldn't fall when Dante drove the thing. He felt an odd feeling in the pit of his stomach as he rode back to Devil May Cry.

He didn't want to lose his friend……