A/N: Hello all, Pushka here again with more Dante/Nero Yaoi! This is the Sequel to The Shadow Stalker, though the story is separate enough that you don't need to read it first! ^_^

Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry or any of the characters, but if I did, DMC4 would be rated Mature for hot man sex... and DMC3 rated similarly for incest...

Straight on for warnings for this first chapter, M for a little bit of graphic yaoi and a perverted Dante. Enjoy!

Passions of the Forsaken

Chapter 1 – Warm Up

It had been almost two weeks since Nero had left behind his old life of protecting Fortuna and hoping people believed in him. Two weeks since he had been reunited with the man he hadn't stopped thinking about for god knows how long after the guy left his hometown. The man in red who turned his life upside down, ultimately for the better. Of course, this was the infamous Devil Hunter Dante who ran the Devil May Cry office. On top of that, the two had been partners for a whole week and in more ways than one. Not only did Nero live with the lazy bastard and work his own jobs for the business, but he was also said lazy bastard's lover. It was what Nero had wanted since Dante left him after the Saviour incident in Fortuna, but he was still coming to terms with how his luck had turned around so much. He was used to people being disgusted at the mere sight of him, not crawling all over him at every opportunity they got. Not that he minded, but it was a big change in his lifestyle.

At present, Nero had finished a small local job on a hillside just out of town. The land was part of what would become a Christmas tree farm and the owner was worried the demons would ruin all the trees he was growing. It turned out that it was only three Frosts; nothing special, but their attacks worked wonders in this weather. Nero stood on the hillside for a moment, looking back out to the city he now called home with a decent sized wad of cash in his pocket. The young hunter blinked as a small white flake landed on his nose, staying there a while before melting into his warm skin. It kind of tickled. Looking up, he watched as several more of the flakes started to fall from the grey sky, each one bigger than the last. He grinned broadly, the sight making him feel a good ten years younger. The only time he'd ever seen snow in Fortuna was up at the castle, but that was only because of the demons; the climate was warmer back there but he felt that he liked the weather like this regardless. After all, the first flakes of real snow he'd seen since his stay at Devil May Cry had been just before his first night with Dante, or more accurately, Dante's devil half. Damn, now I sound like some sentimental girl.

Nero shivered as an icy wind blew past him and ruffled the ends of his white hair. He glanced down at his human hand, seeing that the ice crystals left by a Frost attack were slowly creeping up his exposed arm. As pretty as this was, he needed to get home and have a hot bath to get rid of the wound before it became serious. He slid down the embankment without losing his balance and trudged along the road to the bus stop. Usually Dante had a car and a bike, but for this job, Nero had been out of luck. The weather had been burn turning colder and the elder's sports car, not only did not have a roof, but was currently unable to start due to negligence. He'd warned him for days about the antifreeze, but as expected, nothing came of it. As for the bike, Lady ran off it with it on a week-long extended mission with Trish, much to Dante's displeasure. Nero had to smirk as he leaned against the metal pole supporting the bus stop sign. Having no transport now was worth it; Dante looked so hot when he was pissed.

"Hey," drawled a seductive voice behind him. "You look a little cold there; want to come back to my place?"

Nero looked around, immediately finding his gaze drawn into familiar ice blue eyes. Dante stood a few metres away, leaning against a lamppost with his hands on his hips and his signature smirk on his face. He pushed away from the lamppost and approached the younger man slowly, hands still on his hips and coat tails blowing slightly in the wind. Nero smirked back.

"Dunno about that," he said, lazily. "I might have somewhere else to go."

"Is that so?" Dante's smirk broadened. "Well then, how might I tempt you, hmm?"

He stopped just in front of Nero, only a hair's width between them. He raised a hand and brushed the back of it against the younger man's cheek, sending a shiver along his skin from the contact of cold leather. Dante lowered his head slightly until their lips were almost touching and briefly flicked out his tongue to lick his lover's bottom lip.

"Tempted?" he murmured, a playful glint in his eyes.

Nero raised his human hand to run through Dante's hair. "Perhaps..."

But Dante already noticed the icy cold radiating from the kid's left arm. He grasped his wrist and examined the pale flesh, lightly brushing his finger tips along it and feeling it practically draw the heat from them. The small ice crystals were almost half way to his elbow and the melting snow flakes were helping it to spread.

"We need to get home," the elder ceased playing with him.

"Yeah, it feels pretty cold," Nero agreed.

"You really can be careless, you know that kid?"

"Shut up, those Frosts were having too much fun in this weather."

"Go figure."

Dante took off his red leather coat and covered both himself and Nero in it as they walked back towards the town. Nero snickered and wrapped his Devil Bringer around his waist to keep closer to him; the elder could actually be quite soft at times. The two of them walked back down the road into the town, protected from the now thickly falling snow and joking with each other like they always did. Unsurprisingly, not one bus passed them by until they were only a few minutes away from home; for once, Nero was quite grateful for Dante's concern over him. Ever since the incident with the Shadow Stalker over a week ago, the elder hunter would often secretly follow the teen when he took missions alone. Most of the time this was irritating, as he was perfectly capable of taking care of himself, but on days like today, it was beneficial to have him there.

"I take it the car is still busted?" Nero queried.

"Nah, I fixed that while you were gone," Dante replied.

"Oh and how did you manage that?"

"You know me, kick it into submission. Works every time."

Nero snorted. "No wonder the damn thing keeps breaking!"

"I'll have you know I'm a master at that technique."

"Really? So why aren't you driving me home right now?"

The elder smirked. "Punctured a tyre in the process."

"Idiot."

"Says the man who let a couple of Frosts get too close."

"Whatever, old man."

Dante grinned, mentally adding to his score against Nero. Now he was winning on both counts; number of demons killed and number of comeback lines. Jackpot! The younger shook his head, knowing exactly what his partner was doing from the expression on his face. He'd known the elder long enough now to be able to read his face like a book, which was helpful in order to prepare himself for anything the elder threw his way. Whether it was a sarcastic remark, a challenge to spar or an attempt to jump on him, it didn't matter. Preparation was important with this man.

Eventually, the two hunters arrived back at the Devil May Cry office, the 'D' flickering madly as it always did. Out front was Dante's car, presently cured of its original sickness, but now carrying another thanks to the elder's manhandling. As to be expected, there were no spare tyres to replace the damaged one, meaning more money would have to be spent on silly damages as Dante's so-called favourite mechanic was away on holiday. With the debt he presently owed to Lady, it was a wonder nobody had banned Dante from using his pizza tab. Nero had to smirk at how pissed the other man would be if he wasn't allowed any pizza.

"How's it doing, kid?" asked Dante as they entered the office.

"I don't think it's any worse," Nero replied.

He glanced down at his human arm, where the ice crystals had spread beyond his elbow and were almost reaching his denim coat. His fingers were beginning to feel a little numb, but the warmth of indoors was already taking effect on it.

"Lucky for you," the elder reached out and grabbed his frozen wrist.

"Get off," Nero tried to pull his arm back, but his attempt failed.

"You were very careless today... as your employer, I think I ought to punish you."

There was a hungry glint in the other man's blue orbs. "Oh really?"

Dante ran his hand up to the teen's elbow, licking his lips slightly. "Yes, really."

"As I recall, weren't you the one who asked me not to walk out on you?"

"Err... well..."

Nero smirked. "Then don't act all high and mighty; I'm here of my own free will."

He slipped his partly frozen arm out of Dante's grasp and slowly made his way towards the stairs. It wasn't that he didn't like the sound of what his lover was offering, it was more the fact that he didn't want the elder to always be in control of their relationship. Nero stopped part way up the stairs and turned to cast a seductive look at Dante, before giving him a wink and leaving for the bathroom. Dante chuckled and headed into the kitchen; what a punk. With a smirk on his face, he opened the fridge and looked inside, grinning at the sight of four cans of beer and a box of leftover pizza. Whistling casually, he took out two cans and the box, glancing inside to see four remaining slices of an extra meaty pizza.

He glanced up the stairs as he walked back into the main room, his ears picking up the sound of the bath running upstairs. He'd never bothered to use it himself; aside from Nero, the only person to have bothered with it was Trish when she once occupied the spare room. Dante chuckled inwardly, remembering that a few of his past boyfriends had also used it. That would make the kid jealous... perhaps I should bring it up some time, he's so hot when he's jealous. He sat down in the middle of the black leather couch and switched on the television, flicking through the channels until he reached one of his personal favourites. He sighed contentedly as he relaxed back against the patchy leather, opening a can and taking out a slice of pizza as he watched the two men on the screen undress each other. He snickered as he took a swig of beer; Nero would often get jealous if he caught him watching his gay channels, but it only encouraged him. Naturally, he preferred the lithe, pale body of his younger lover any day over a couple of men on his television, but the opportunity to rile the kid up was too tempting to pass up.

Dante's senses were drawn away from his entertainment as he heard the taps of the bath stop running. He almost choked on his beer as his mind conjured up images of Nero naked, submerged in warm, soapy water and just begging for his attention. He groaned as he felt his leather trousers tighten, the feeling amplified by his current lack of underwear. Eventually, after a few moments of ignoring his urges to jump the kid, he gave up and turned off the TV. He got to his feet and headed upstairs, gradually stripping as he did so until he reached the bathroom door completely naked. Without knocking, Dante burst through the door, startling Nero who was lying submerged in the bath with only his head visible.

"Dante?" the teen's face flushed bright pink. "What are you doing?"

His blush darkened to an intense scarlet when he realised Dante wasn't wearing a scrap of clothing, his arousal plain for anyone to see. He swallowed his embarrassment, not complaining as the elder sauntered over to the bath and joined him. Nero sat back up as the water levels rose in response to the second body, his dark azure eyes locked on Dante's ice blue as he sat down. The older hunter smirked seductively, one hand reaching to find Nero's human arm and pull it into view out of the soapy water.

"It's healing pretty well," he observed, tracing the remaining ice crystals with his finger.

"Well y-yeah..." Nero held back a moan. "As I said, it wasn't that bad."

"Hmm... I still think I need to punish you."

"Oh? How might I deserve that that?"

"For lying."

Nero glared a little. "Since when did I lie?"

"Just now."

"When?"

"You told me the wound wasn't that bad. From how quickly it was spreading, it could have been pretty serious. If you hadn't warmed it up quickly enough, it might have spread to the rest of your body in less than twenty minutes. I know this stuff from experience kid and believe me, that could have been pretty serious."

"Okay, so maybe it was worse than I made out... but why punish me?"

Dante chuckled. "How do you know you won't like it?"

Nero returned the smirk. "Maybe you need to show me."

With a lustful growl, the elder leaned forwards and meshed his lips against the younger's, moaning softly as he felt arms wrap around his neck. He sat up on his knees and pressed his body into the smaller form of his lover, his muscular arms wrapping tightly around his waist. Nero deepened the kiss, allowing Dante's tongue to slip into his mouth as he spread his legs and hooked them around the elder's thighs. He bucked his hips upwards, both men breaking their wet kiss to moan loudly as their manhoods rubbed together.

"If this is a punishment," the teen began. "I need to be naughty more often."

"Oh, you little fireball," Dante purred. "Where were you all my life, hmm?"

Nero leaned forward and lightly nibbled Dante's earlobe. "Waiting for you," he whispered.

The ex-Order member's lustful tone sent shivers down the hunter's spine, his eyelids sliding slowly shut. He lifted his head up slightly and kissed his lover again, his hands slipping underneath his writhing body to cup each cheek of his buttocks. Getting the idea, Nero raised his hips up and wrapped his legs about the elder's waist, whimpering as he felt a hard presence nudging against his entrance. Growling deeply, Dante swiftly thrust into the man beneath him, a grunt escaping his lips at the feel of tight, velvet heat hugging him intimately.

"I don't believe we've fucked here before," Dante groaned.

Nero rolled his eyes. "Trust y-you to... th-think of that, old man."

"I always think of stuff like this... Nero."

The younger part devil through his head back and moaned loudly when the elder pulled out and thrust back in, striking his prostate directly. If it wasn't for the strong arms and legs bracing him against the bathtub, he would have slipped underwater. The water sloshed around them as Dante started a bruising pace, knowing that he no longer needed to be patient. During the past week, they'd had sex often enough for Nero to need minimal preparation.

"Ah Dante..." the kid moaned. "Dante... ah, D-Dante..."

"This is... certainly... different..." the elder panted between thrusts.

A few splashes of water made their way over the side of the tub as Dante increased his rhythm, frothy bubbles making their way between their bodies. Smirking a little, the older hunter started massaging the white froth into the younger's chest, louder moans falling past those kiss bruised lips at the new sensation. Dante buried his face into Nero's neck, smearing the bubbles upwards until they reached his face. He smiled into his pale skin as he felt the ribbed flesh of the teen's Devil Bringer rub bubbles against his own chest, the feeling of soft foam between their bodies quite soothing.

Groaning deeply, Dante took Nero by the hips as he pulled back and sat up, the kid sitting in his lap as he continued to thrust upwards into his tight heat. Nero moaned, his hands gripping the elder's shoulders as he rocked his hips up and down to meet the hard strikes to his prostate. He cried out suddenly as those thrusts became rougher, Dante titling his head back as he pounded relentlessly into his ass. His hands raked along Nero's back, finger tips delighting at the subtle changes between supple skin and soft foam.

"Dante..." the teen moaned into his ear. "I... c-can't l-last... ah!"

The elder held his younger lover tightly against his hard body, his current position beginning to feel a little uncomfortable. Forgetting about the water that threatened to escape onto the tiled floor, Dante pulled out of Nero and turned him over onto his knees before slamming back into him. Nero screamed loudly, azure eyes snapping shut and his sensitive body feeling the water splashing around him in response to Dante's brutal pace.

"Nero," Dante growled, a possessive note in his tone.

He removed one hand from Nero's hips, gathering some of the remaining suds into his hand before using it to stroke the kid's leaking member. He purred with delight at the louder moans pouring from his mate's lips, his thrusting becoming erratic as he pounded harder. He licked along the pale skin of Nero's neck, feeling every sensual shudder that ran through him until muscles clamped around him and his name was howled into the steamy air. Dante buried his face into the mop of white hair beneath him, holding back as long as he could until he eventually spilled his seed into his lover. Nero moaned softly, his arms barely holding him any more as he felt the last waves of intense pleasure leave his body.

After taking a few moments to catch his breath, Dante pulled out of his lover and sat back down in the now waist deep water. Sighing sleepily, Nero relaxed back against the elder's strong body and rested his head on his shoulder, his eyelashes brushing against his pale skin and a soft smile on his lips. Smiling at the beautiful sight of his mate, Dante nuzzled his temple and placed a gentle kiss there before reaching out to take the kid's human arm. Thankfully, the ice crystals had melted some time ago, most likely due to Dante's 'help'.

"Looking good kid," he murmured before kissing him again.

"I guess I should thank you," Nero remarked, a fake note of irritation in his voice.

Dante chuckled. "How do you want to make it up to me?"

"Honestly, we've done it once already! You old pervert."

"How do you know that's what I was asking? I have some pizza and beer downstairs with a variety of television shows to watch and no one to share them with... how do you know I didn't just want your company?"

"That's not helping you, Dante. I know by now that if you want me to join you for pizza, beer and... your television shows, that it's not just company you're after."

The elder smirked. "Well shit, looks like ya got me!"

Without another word, Dante twisted the plug chain around his ankle and yanked it out before gathering the tired form of his lover in his arms. Nero, his body now too exhausted to complain, shifted in the older male's strong arms and snuggled up to his chest, his demonic arm glowing happily. He felt sleep tug at him as a towel was wrapped around him and he was carried out of the bathroom, the cool air of the corridor tingling against his damp skin. The last thing he could recall before slipping into darkness was the feel of Dante's lips pressed against his forehead and a quiet whisper of his name.

While most were already deep in sleep, the sleazy city that surrounded Devil May Cry was just beginning to awaken. Love Planet attracted numbers of customers, most turning up to watch the female dancers, but others knew of its secret side. A man with short blond streaked hair stood outside of the building, a foot tapping to the thump of the bass within and his golden eyes watching the many men walk past. Of course, most were after topless girls, but there were those who used Love Planet for the complete opposite. A smirk pulled at the corner of his lips as his eyes rested on a young man, barely dressed in leather shorts and a fishnet vest. The man licked his lips as his eyes flashed a deep crimson, his fingers aching to tend to the boy's pale flesh. He pushed away from the wall and sauntered over to the young escort, a blush tinting the boy's cheeks when he realised he had been seen. He turned to leave, but the older male grabbed him by the wrist and spun him round, their chests pressed flush together.

"Don't run," the blond purred. "This is your first night, right?"

"How do you know?" the boy asked with a pout.

"For starters, you're from the escort agency and I haven't seen you before... and finally, I can't smell any men on you."

"Well, every guy needs to start somewhere, right?"

"Then you shouldn't be shy... but alas, I'll be your only night."

The demon licked the pale flesh along the boy's pulse, smirking as he felt the young body relax against him. He chuckled darkly, raising his head to look into his green eyes that were half hooded from the effects of his touch. Carefully, he took the escort by the hand and led him away from the front of the strip club, being cautious in case anyone saw them. Once away from the crowds of people and lights, he pulled his victim into the closest alleyway, pressing him up against the wall and kissing him passionately. He gently ran his fingers underneath the hem of the fishnet vest, drinking in the soft pants and moans made by the young escort at his gentle caresses. It had been so long since he'd fed from virgin men. The taste of his body... his soul... would be enough to quench his aching desires.

"So, still after virgin bodies Akira?" another male voice asked.

The blond demon appeared slightly startled as he looked behind him, but his smirk quickly returned when he saw the man who spoke. He could just about make out shoulder length black hair and the glinting of multiple ear piercings in the darkness.

"Damn," Akira chuckled. "You've really lost it all, haven't you? You smell human."

"No thanks to you," the other man replied.

"Then leave me in peace. I want to enjoy myself with this beauty," he stroked the soft hair of the young man he still held against the wall. "It'll be a shame to drain him, but how else can I feed? I bore easily with more experienced men, straight men don't taste as good and women don't come into the picture. Same with you, as I recall."

"Same with all from our old order, Akira."

"Indeed. So, what brings you to me? I thought you were working in this city now?"

"I was, but I quit a few days ago. I was seeking you out so I could make you return the powers you took from the Incubus who took mine."

The blond Incubus laughed. "Me return your powers to you? You can't fight me, you know I'm too strong; it's how you couldn't get them from me in the first place. Even if you were able to sate my lust so wonderfully; another mistake of yours. Unless..." he paused for a moment. "Unless you've found a reason to use them again, seeing as it was the agreement we shared if I were to ever return your ability."

"I have, that is why I am here. There is someone I want."

"Oh?" Akira purred, still stroking the hair of his victim. "Humour me."

The black haired male smirked a little. "The Devil Hunter, Dante Sparda."