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Chapter 10 – All To Fight For

A sickening feeling abruptly washed over Nero as he ran through the streets of the city heading towards Love Planet. Something in his gut told him what Vince had done. His legs felt heavy as the dreaded thought sunk in, but he willed himself to go on. He'd even Trigger if he had to. He couldn't let Dante be hurt anymore, not in that way. It was not consensual. Those words swam round and round inside his head, the possibility of them being wrong never crossing his mind, but the pain his lover would be in angered him. It was rape. Nero felt he was inches from Triggering as he rounded the corner and the strip club came into his sights. He ground his teeth together and clenched the claws of his Devil Bringer into a fist, talons almost digging deep enough to draw blood. Vince would pay dearly for what he had done, whether he had to fight Akira or not. He didn't care if both Incubi were strong enough to completely obliterate him; Vince had raped his mate, whether by deception or force, it did not matter. Though he had everything to lose, he still didn't care. Even if there were still logical feelings in his mind, his devil side was out and wanted blood.

Caring little for anyone who might have seen him do it, Nero kicked down the entrance door to Love Planet, Red Queen already drawn and waiting to sear through flesh. His nose guided him towards the main doors to the club, the padlock shattered with one slash of a hefty blade and the doors thrown off their hinges. The teen growled dangerously as he instantly saw the object of his rage; Vince, still just as beautiful as the first time they met, was sitting calmly on the raised platform of the dance stage. Dante was nowhere in sight, but that didn't matter for now. He was too desperate to avenge the atrocities caused by this beast. The edges of Nero's vision flared a blood red as he tore across the sticky floor, human fingers grasping the ignition handle on Red Queen's hilt and ready to ram the flaming blade down Vince's throat. But nothing infuriated him more than the satisfied smirk on the Incubus's pretty face. A smirk which said more clearly than words what he had already done.

"I don't care what Akira told me," Nero growled, his voice laced with the dark undertones of his devil side. "You're not leaving here alive you bastard!"

"Nero wait!"

The ex Order member immediately ground to a halt as he heard his mate's voice reach his ears. Even with Vince still smiling contentedly, Nero turned away from him to find the paralysed form of the older hunter lying on his back just to the side of where the demon sat. How could he have missed him? Had he been that consumed by his rage? Without caring whether or not he was putting himself in danger, Nero dashed over to Dante and knelt down beside him, the talons of his demon hand instantly combing through his sweaty hair.

"Dante," he breathed. "What did he do to you?"

Dante's eyes slid shut. "You already know what, Nero."

Nero tightened his grip around Red Queen's hilt. "I'm here this time, my love. I don't care if I end up having to fight two of these fuckers, I'm getting you the hell out of here or damn it we'll be going to hell anyway."

The elder opened his eyes to look at the younger. "You don't hate me?"

"What?" for an instant he wanted to cry. "No. Damn it no! Why would I hate you?"

"Because I... I couldn't stop myself... I..."

Nero silenced him with a kiss, the force almost enough to rip out every breath. "You stop right there Dante! Who do you think I am, hmm? Do you honestly think I'd believe you had sex with Vince consensually? Do you really think that?"

Dante almost blushed. "Well I..."

"Damn it, you knew I'd already figured out what happened!"

"He was you, kid..." the hunter trailed off, raising his hand to gently brush the side of the young man's cheek. "He made me think he was you."

"Guess I convinced him, too," Vince drawled behind them.

That provocation was too much for the younger hunter to handle. Roaring fiercely, Nero spun round from Dante, leapt to his feet and sprinted towards Vince with his modified blade at the ready. He swung aggressively at the Incubus, but the devil easily managed to grasp hold of the blade. Nero's burning red eyes watched as tough black hide grew around the arm supporting his sword, fingers elongating into long, powerful claws. Vince turned his head to lock his now amber eyes on the part demon, lips curling back in a snarl to reveal sharp fangs.

"Think you can take me, half breed?" he spat.

"No," Nero replied bluntly. "But I can do anything when my mate is concerned."

Nero aimed to slam his glowing blue fist against the side of Vince's head, but he'd already dashed away from his reach. Glancing down, he noticed that Red Queen had managed to cause some damage; a thin trickle of red blood dribbled to the laminated flooring from the devil's hand. He smirked, his eyes locking with those of his opponent who still looked calmly composed. Easy to do for someone who had the advantage.

"Dante should be the one handing your ass to you," he noted, a sense of his usual cockiness overwhelming him even though he knew this fight was far from even. "After the way you killed two men close to him."

"And tonight it'll be the third," Vince remarked. "But have no fear Nero, I'll be there to pick up the pieces."

"Like hell I'll let you have him."

"You have no choice! Killing you will be easy."

"Yeah? Do you think my devil side will succumb to your aphrodisiac so easily after the things you have done to my mate? I may be nowhere near a full demon, but believe me, the instinct to protect a mate is the strongest thing I've ever felt. Want to test its power, Vince?"

"Gladly, but it'll do you no good against me. It takes barely a touch."

Vince was right. Nero could already smell the spicy aroma given off by the Incubus stood opposite him, but he had to fight it. He had to do enough to get Dante back. But it was a tough call with his inner demon demanding blood. That wasn't the way to save his lover's life, his human reasoning had deduced that long before this moment. He had to trust Akira. No matter how much he wanted Vince dead for taking Dante and trying to lay claim to him, he couldn't kill him. That would be the end for him and for the elder as well. We have to do this for Dante, Nero told himself sternly. I've already spilt his blood, I have to let this one go... or there will be nothing. But it was too much work, he knew it. His devil side couldn't let it go that another demon had tricked Dante into having sex with him. He wanted revenge; wanted blood; wanted death.

"You can feel it already," Vince purred slyly. "You're a dead man, Nero."

Let it go, we can't fight two of these guys! Nero tried to ignore the haze of bloodlust that rose from his inner demon. Keep calm!

"Even your mate knows it," the Incubus continued. "He's so incredibly big, isn't he? He'll be able to satisfy me for eternity, all of that raw power and masculinity. He should have been mine from the very beginning! Can you imagine it, Nero? What happened in this room before you turned up to save the day? So passionate was your Dante, so aroused and hard for me. Even if he did think I was you, he let me ride him so..."

In a flash of azure Nero let his Trigger slip, his body covering itself in a blue haze and the ghostly apparition of his devil side appearing behind him. Vince smirked as he gazed into the glowing crimson orbs of the teenager, eyes tinting amber again as he threatened to shed his human form. The young demon slayer charged at the Incubus, Yamato appearing in his Devil Bringer's hand as he gave in and allowed his devil side to give the Incubus everything thing he had. The devil was lightning fast, still in his human form, but Nero barely registered that fact. He wanted to hack him into a million pieces regardless of the consequences and then violently reclaim his mate on the very ground the Incubus tried to take him on. Let him become a full demon, he cared little for it now; he wanted enough power to defeat Vince and then guard against Akira if needed.

But it seemed pure rage simply wasn't enough. No matter how Nero sliced and tried to match his speed, nothing hit its target. Vince was still yet to completely Trigger, save for both arms which were armoured with strong black hide. His clawed hands were powerful enough to block a full powered swing from both Red Queen and Yamato; even a blade covered in flame did little damage. Nero knew he was failing. He had seen the Summoned Swords tactic of Yamato but he was yet to master it and it didn't matter how hard he tried now, he could call forth none of Yamato's power. Even though his own life was on the line, as well as Dante's he couldn't draw any power from the katana. He felt like he had no strength, which was more than likely down to fighting Vince. He could sense the Incubus sucking energy from his being each time they clashed and it was killing. Red Queen was becoming too heavy to hold and was slowing him down.

Eventually, Nero tossed his prized blade away and took Blue Rose as a last resort, hoping that the combination of a lighter sword and long ranged weapon would help him. But as he expected, his efforts were fruitless, as Blue Rose was also too slow a weapon to keep up with Vince as he evaded every bullet with ease. Even Dante's prized guns would have been useless. Cursing under his breath, he tossed aside his revolver and placed Yamato into his human hand, his final resort being the use of his Devil Bringer. He and that arm had been through a lot together; hell it had even been enough to keep things even with Dante. Dante. Nero glanced back behind him to observe his mate, who was still lying motionless on the floor. The older male watched with a pained expression in his ice blue orbs, a realisation that hit the teen hard in the stomach. Dante knew it was an uneven fight and right now, he didn't know if he'd ever be with Nero again once it was over.

"Too slow, half breed!"

Nero spun round on his heel quickly, just in time to see Vince leap at him, claws aimed to pin him to the ground. The young hunter barely managed to avoid the attack, one of the Incubus's long talons slice through his cheek and drawing blood. Reaching out with his blue, demonic hand, Nero grabbed Vince by the throat, claws digging in deep and tearing through flesh. Feeling uplifted at this one victory, he slammed the demon into the varnished floor with all the strength he could muster, splinters of laminate flying into the air. He felt some of his strength returning, though it was a sensation that didn't last long. Before he could even contemplate his next move to keep Vince down, a foot kicked him hard in the stomach and knocked him off his feet. Yamato clattered to the ground before vanishing in a haze of blue light, Nero's Devil Trigger doing the same. Shit. The ex Order member watched as the Incubus got to his feet, dusting off his clothes and staring at him with a knowing smirk. He was right where he wanted him. Nero felt cold as all he could do was watch as Vince walked towards him, time almost seeming to slow down from an instant. Swallowing nervously, he craned his head back to find his mate, seeing Dante still in the same place. He hadn't moved; he couldn't. Dante... I'm sorry.

Nero suddenly yelped in pain as he felt a heavy boot weigh down on his demonic arm, the red hide on the back of his arm practically being pushed into the floor. He looked away from the elder hunter to lock eyes with Vince, the man's scent beginning to overpower him. He could feel his limbs tingling as his legs refused to move. His heart rate picked up as the devil leaned down and straddled his waist, the black hide on his arms slowly disappearing and leaving the pale human flesh that was once there. Vince smiled soothingly, wafting the fingers of his left hand through Nero's soft white hair. The teen couldn't help the low moan that passed his lips, every inch of his flesh heating up and arousal stirring between his legs. So this was how it was going to end, eh? Rape followed by death. As much as it terrified him to think of, he knew it was all worth it. He could have lived a long, sheltered life in Fortuna, growing old and never experiencing anything worth living for. Instead, he would have lived a short life of being loved by the most wonderful, sexiest man in the world. If he were to die now, it was worth it so that he could have spent the time with Dante. Nero smiled and closed his eyes, allowing his body to sink into the unnatural warmth surrounding him, even as he heard Dante call out his name. He didn't want to leave him, of course he didn't. But he had no choice. Vince was just too strong for him; even his devil side had given up hope.

"Vince!"

The pinned devil hunter opened his eyes the instant he felt the weight on his waist leave his body. He sat up quickly, immediately aware that he was no longer paralysed and the heavy scent of aphrodisiac was no longer in the room. Vince had backed off somewhat, dark eyes wild and body tensed like a cat ready for a fight. Nero glanced towards the entrance to the club, seeing the form of Akira walking towards him with a neutral expression on his face. He breathed a sigh of relief, willing to forget that his life had just been saved by another Incubus because he could now live. He was safe and Dante was safe, nothing else mattered.

"Akira," Vince growled. "And you try to tell me you have no intention of destroying everything I work for!"

"I'm here to save you Vince," Akira replied. "That's all I've ever been here for."

"Oh? Is that what you tried to do when you killed Markus?"

"Damn it you need to get it out of your head that I only care about humiliating you!"

"But that's all you ever do! You're here to do it again because the only way I can get Dante to be my mate is by killing this boy!" he pointed in Nero's direction. "Well when I do finally get what I want, I'll be the one laughing at you because I'll be mated and never have to kill again!"

"Do you really think I don't know that's what you want?"

Vince blinked for a moment, obviously contemplating what to say next but no words came to him. Nero glanced between the two Incubi, almost beginning to feel as though he had just wandered into a domestic fight that had absolutely nothing to do with him. He wanted to run over to Dante; to hold him in his arms and soothe his pain, but he didn't dare disturb the two demons. He'd had his life saved now, he didn't particularly fancy being close to losing it again.

"I know you better than you think Vince," the blond Incubus continued.

"Why?" Vince sunk to his knees, his soft black hair flopping over his eyes. "Why are you always here when things go wrong?"

"Because I've only ever wanted to pick up the pieces."

The smaller male looked up, a single tear running down one cheek as his dark eyes met with Akira's vibrant gold. The blond walked over to him, completely ignoring the presence of both Nero and Dante as he approached his comrade, standing in front of him.

"Have you honestly been that blind to me?" he asked softly.

"You never gave me any reason to suspect that you cared," Vince mumbled. "You were always so full of yourself, even if you were the leader of the most beautiful homosexual Incubi of the demon world. You always boasted about how you could have any man you wanted, even though you spared no thought for them when you killed."

"I spared every thought, Vince. I loved every man I laid with and I cherished every ounce of energy I drained from them. Unfortunately I couldn't be like you. Long before you were in my Order I tried to survive without killing the men I slept with, but it wasn't enough! I was wasting away and would eventually fall prey to other demons, so I had to start killing. I never enjoyed it, unlike that bastard Markus who deceived you!"

Vince looked away. "Yet you were always so bitter when I fell in love."

"Because it was never the right person!"

"It's not up to you decide who is right and who isn't!"

"It is when I love you!"

Nero held his breath as he watched the scene unfold, part of him detesting the fact he was going to bear witness to the love confession of an Incubus and the other part glad because it would be his salvation. If Akira could successfully take Vince away happily, he could rescue Dante and get them both away from this place.

"I don't believe you," Vince whispered.

"Why shouldn't you?" Akira's voice still sounded determined.

"Because all you've ever done is humiliate me!"

"That's only what you've told yourself!"

The blond crouched down in front of Vince, reached out and grasped him firmly by the upper arms. The other Incubus tried to look away but a strong hand took his chin and gently pulled his head back, eyes meeting over the small space between them.

"I never meant to hurt you," Akira murmured. "But what else could I do when I had to watch you fall in love over and over again with men who were only destined to break your heart?" he softly stroked the man's cheek. "I only ever wanted you to look at me in the same way you did others, but you never noticed how I felt."

"You... you could have just..." Vince struggled to find the right words. "Told me."

"If I did, you wouldn't have thought I was being serious."

Sighing, the dark haired man looked away. "You could have stopped me from making so many mistakes."

"Could I really?" Akira waited until Vince looked back at him. "I know you better than you think; I know exactly how impulsive you can be when you set your sights on something. I just wanted you to be happy and, if that meant giving you up to someone else, then I was willing. But each time they hurt you and each time I tried to set things right, I only succeeded in hurting you further. I never actually felt impulsive myself when it came to telling you my feelings."

"Damn it Akira!"

Nero felt an odd sense of pity rising up from his gut as he watched Vince collapse against Akira, sobbing into his leather jacket. After all the demon had done to him and to his mate, he should have shot himself for allowing that feeling to slip out, but he couldn't bring himself to do so. In the end, all Vince had wanted was to settle down with a mate so he didn't have to kill anymore and so he could be free from all the mistakes he'd made in the past. Though Nero knew he could never forgive him for the pain he'd caused Dante, no matter how human the demon's actions appeared. He continued to watch as Akira gently stroked through the thin strands of Vince's black hair, soothing him with affectionate touches.

"I'm sorry Vince," Akira said with a pained sigh. "So sorry."

"I killed for this!" Vince exclaimed. "I've never killed for anything!"

"That's why you need to stop now before you hurt yourself further."

"Then why didn't you stop me before I started?"

"You need to stop blaming me, Vince!" Akira forced the other male to look at him again, wiping away his tears with his thumb pads. "We need to start blaming each other."

Vince stared at him for a moment before nodding slowly and leaning back into his strong body, wrapping his arms about his waist. Akira rested his head on top of his, hands rubbing comforting circles into his back as he basked in the warmth he had craved for such a painfully long time. A time where he had grown to regret every little thing he did. He glanced over to Nero, who still stood rooted to the spot with an uncomfortable expression on his young face. The Incubus caught the gaze of his azure orbs and nodded in the direction of Dante, who was still unable to move from his position on the floor. Feeling the warmth of relief spread through his body, the teen dashed around the two Incubi and immediately knelt on the floor beside his mate, wrapping his arms securely around him.

"Shit I thought I lost you kid," Dante murmured shakily.

"Me too," Nero replied, kissing the top of his head. "I was dead for sure."

"Damn lucky that Akira guy kept his promise."

"What do we do?"

The elder hunter closed his eyes and sighed heavily. "Let it go."

Nero released Dante from his embrace to look him in the eye. "But after..."

"There's nothing else for it, Nero. We have to move on, it's all we can do."

"Dante... he raped you. I can't... I just can't..."

"You have to let it go," he placed a finger over his lover's lips. "I know it doesn't feel right, but is anything we do right? Life goes on; it's the hardest thing to accept but eventually you'll get used to it. You have a lot to learn Nero and a lot of it you won't like. For now, will you just help me sit up before my back becomes permanently stuck to this floor?"

Nero had to smile, nodding an affirmative to his mate before firmly pulling him into a sitting position. He hugged him strongly against his chest, the hand of his Devil Bringer holding his head against his neck. Dante smiled and leaned into Nero's embrace, just about managing to move his numb arms and drape them loosely about the younger's hips. His eyes settled on Vince and Akira, who still hadn't moved from their position on the floor. He still couldn't look at the former escort and see him as a killer, even though his scent now held the lingering metallic edge of the men he had drained. Even worse to think that he had killed them in order to get to him. He had been blind to Vince's feelings for him and if he had noticed, things might not be this way now. But what's done is done, he knew that from experience. As for the job Lady had dumped on him, that was over too. Though not in the way she'd want; he'd get no pay because he wouldn't hand Vince over to the police. He'd simply vanish and with Akira at that.

"Just let everything go," Dante said, more to himself than to Nero.

"But what about the Incubi?" Nero asked. "And the job?"

"They'll take care of themselves. Those two will mate and after that, they'll no longer have any need to kill. I have no need to kill a demon who's of no threat to anyone."

The teen closed his eyes. "Even after what he did to you?"

Dante nodded. "Revenge is too bitter, kid. You get sick of it."

"Nero."

The younger hunter jumped as he heard his name spoken behind him. He turned round to face Akira as he approached, his strong arms still wrapped securely around Dante's naked form. His eyes found Vince standing just behind him, devil side rearing up instantly as he caught the scent of him on his mate's body. He still wanted to kill him, but as he looked back to Akira, he realised such an attempt would indeed be futile. The blond was much more powerful, he could tell that much, and he didn't fancy getting into a fight with him.

"I thank you for keeping your word," Akira told him sincerely.

"I very nearly didn't," Nero replied acidly.

"Indeed, but by the time I arrived, it looked like you still came up short."

The ex Order member ignored the smirk on the Incubus's handsome face. "Yeah."

"Well, you won't have to worry as you won't be hearing from us anytime soon."

"Is that it then? You just wander off into the sunset and that's that?" Nero didn't bother to hide the bitter edge to his voice. "Vince wanted to steal my mate from me! Why should I have to let him go!"

"Nero," Dante said softly. "Remember what I said."

He glanced back at his partner, who smiled slightly and leaned against him, lips gently caressing the soft skin of his neck. Nero breathed out shakily and glanced at Vince, who continued to ignore his gaze. Maybe he did feel ashamed and he hoped he lived to regret it for the rest of his long life. It wouldn't even come close to how he felt. Sighing deeply, Nero turned to look back at Akira, the man's facial expression giving a strong hint that he shouldn't try anything.

"You keep him away from Dante," he growled.

"He won't need to bother you again," Akira assured him.

"No," Vince added with a small smile. "Not anymore."

He wound his arms around the blond Incubus from behind, his fingers tightly grasping the thin fabric of his t-shirt. Akira gently rested a hand over his partner's, purring deeply in the pit of his chest and smiling affectionately as he heard the response. Nero looked away from the Incubi as Akira turned round to kiss Vince soundly, the shorter male's arms winding around his neck. He hated to imagine that moments ago, Vince's lips were on Dante's; all over Dante. Growling lowly, he tightened his hold around his mate.

"Let them go, love," Dante told him. "You have better things to do right now."

Nero cocked an eyebrow and sat back to look at the elder. "Like what?"

He smirked. "Like helping me get the rest of this aphrodisiac out of my system."

The teen blushed as he glanced down his lover's muscular body, azure eyes settling on the hard flesh standing to attention between his legs. Nero heard his inner devil growl possessively, the desire to mark his mate immediately surfacing. Ignoring the sound of feet walking away from them, he shoved Dante to the ground and straddled him, determined to make sure no other demon tried to take him away. Dante panted heatedly as he watched his mate straddle him, his Devil Bringer reaching forwards to grasp hold of his wrists and pin them behind his head. With his human hand, Nero fumbled with the buckle of his belt, the leather strap slipping easily from his jeans and being quickly bound around Dante's wrists. The ex Order member sat back, gazing lustfully over the hot body of his lover trapped beneath him as he unbuttoned his jeans, slipped his devil hand into his boxers and slowly stroked his hardening cock. The naked elder hunter only grew harder as he watched, finding himself wishing that he could unbind his hands, flip the punk over and take him hard and fast on the dance floor. Though in light of recent events, even his devil side felt more satisfied by being pinned down by his younger partner and getting what he wanted.

"Come on babe," Dante grunted impatiently. "You're killing me here."

He nodded down to his hard cock that was trapped against Nero's thigh, a sticky wet patch forming on his jeans. Nero smirked devilishly, slowly shrugging off his blue denim coat and teasingly pulling down the zip on his red hooded jacket. Dante's inner demon began to growl in protest at the restraints binding his wrists, wanting nothing more than to tear off the thin blue muscle shirt that concealed the teen's perfect torso from his eyes. Nero chuckled and leaned forwards as he tossed his hoodie to the side, pressing the index finger of his human hand against the elder's lips.

"Patience, old man," he said with a teasing lick to his prickly chin.

"Hmm, I want you to have your way with me," Dante purred lustfully.

"Oh I will, believe me. I want to get every little scent of that bastard off you!"

The more experienced hunter groaned longingly as the aqua talons of Nero's devil arm cut thin red streaks into his toned chest, the metallic aroma of blood wafting into the heavy air. The younger man leaned down and licked up every drop of blood on his partner's tanned skin, a deep purr rumbling in his chest at the familiar taste. Dante arched his back off the sticky laminated floor at the sensation of Nero's tongue laving over his sweaty skin, long moans of pleasure drawn past his lips. Beginning to feel impatient himself at the man's slutty moans, Nero sat up again and pulled off his muscle shirt, tossing it into the pile of clothing off the dance floor. He hurriedly discarded his jeans and boxers as they became uncomfortable housing a sizeable tent, desperately wanting to be as naked as the man under him.

Nero leant forwards again to lick and nip at Dante's muscular chest, fingers tweaking both nipples as he trailed his hot tongue between his abdominal muscles to his navel. Dante groaned softly as he felt the wet muscle glide along his body and wriggle inside his navel, a husky moan of the other's name spilling from his lips as the fingers left his nipples. He shifted as much as he could, managing to get a brief glance of his lover as his mouth dipped lower and lower along his torso. Moaning loudly, Dante's head snapped back against the floor as his manhood was swallowed whole by Nero's hot mouth. The young punk had gained a lot of his experience from his older lover, one of them being exactly where to place his tongue during oral sex. Dante bucked shamelessly into his mouth, wanting more than this torturous foreplay.

Growling around the hard flesh in his mouth, Nero pressed back against Dante's writhing hips with his Devil Bringer, glancing upwards into the needy eyes of the half demon. The look in those ice blue eyes was almost enough to make him cum right there; he'd never get used to that amazing stare of pure, wild passion. With laboured breathing, Nero sat up from between Dante's legs to straddle him again, smirking at the slightly perplexed look his mate gave him. However he was easily able to see the sensual shiver that ran through his well built body as he pressed his fingers to his own lips, sucking seductively on the digits. Instinctively, Dante made to grasp the kid's hips, but he felt strong resistance from the leather belt wound around his wrists. He knew he could break it if he wanted. It wasn't Cerberus; demonic strength was no match for a simple leather belt. But equally, he knew Nero had bound him for a reason and, if he wanted what those lubricated fingers promised, he wouldn't go against him.

The younger hunter smiled with satisfaction as he noticed Dante ceased his struggle against his bonds, strong body relaxing against the wooden floor. Just a quick romp to remove the effects of the aphrodisiac from the elder's system wasn't enough to remove the Incubus's scent; he had to submit. To his human side, there was nothing more erotic than a submissive Dante, but to his demon side, it was an important declaration of their devotion to each other. Nero leant over to kiss his mate passionately, his fingers in the meantime reaching back behind him and circling his entrance. Dante kissed back fervently, slightly bucking up with his hips to create a warm friction between him and the man above him. Moaning into his mouth as their tongues tangled together, Nero gently pushed two digits inside his anus, hips bearing back against the intrusion to aid their penetration. They slipped in easily to the last knuckle, finding his prostate quickly and sending a stab of pleasure coursing through him. Crying out the elder's name, Nero sat back up and pushed in a third finger, quickly thrusting them in and out to prepare himself for Dante's wider girth.

"Shit Nero," Dante panted. "Sometimes you can be more of a slut than me."

"At least I-ah... only have you to practice on," the teen remarked, his voice quivering in anticipation. "Unlike you, Mr. I've-slept-with-every-man-in-town-and-proud-of-it!"

The elder's laugh was gravelly with arousal. "Not every man remember?"

"Yeah, the devotedly straight and the deeply closeted."

"Hmm, though you were pretty deep in the closet when we first met."

Panting harshly, Nero withdrew his fingers and positioned himself over Dante's throbbing erection. "Deep enough that it could only take the sexiest, lovable slut in the world to bring me out and into his arms."

Dante smiled warmly. "You mean that, kid?"

"Every word... and don't call me kid."

The conversation was cut short by a pair of loud moans as Nero impaled himself Dante's thick member, the long length sliding deep inside and hitting his prostate. After stilling for a moment to get used to the intrusion, the teen placed his hands against the elder's broad chest and began to ride him slowly. Dante drank in the sight eagerly, wanting to hold on dearly for each memory that didn't include him pounding his mate into the nearest surface. His own hips undulated to match Nero's steady rhythm, each thrust driving home harder and increasing steadily in pace. He felt hot instantly, the affects of Vince's aphrodisiac still overwhelming as he had sex with his partner, knowing this time it truly was the man he loved.

"Dante," Nero whispered seductively. "Say my name."

"Hmm, Nero..." Dante moaned softly as he licked his lips. "Nero."

In response to his submissive tone, Nero picked up his pace, slamming down harder and enjoying the fire coiling in the pit of his abdomen. The palms of his hands massaged each of Dante's well defined pectoral muscles, one claw of his demonic hand trailing down his abs and drawing a little blood. Dante moaned Nero's name again, back arching off the floor and hips continuing their rhythmic undulations beneath the younger's. Rewarding his mate further, Nero reached out and unbuckled the belt around his wrists, allowing Dante the freedom to grope his body at will. He sat back up and arched his back with a yell of pleasure as the elder hunter grasped his hips, helping him to maintain a faster pace. Forgetting about his plan to keep the other man subdued, Nero allowed him to flip their positions and shove him back on the sticky floor. Dante slipped his hands behind Nero's knees and rested his legs on his shoulder, practically folding the smaller male in half as he pounded hard into him. He buried his face into the teen's neck, continuously moaning the same words into his ear as his animalistic fucking never faltered.

"I love you."

Nero's arms wound tightly around Dante's strong shoulders as he hung on for dear life, feeling his climax approaching out of the heat in his gut. Closing his eyes tightly, he moaned the elder's name as loud as his oxygen starved lungs would allow him, cumming hard over his abs and chest. Dante was quick to follow, his arms slipping beneath Nero's writhing body and holding him tightly against him as he came deep inside. Sweating and exhausted, the two men collapsed to the floor, the elder rolling onto his side and taking the younger with him. They lay there for several moments, panting heavily to fill their burning lungs with cool air and breathing in the scents of each other. Nero sighed contentedly and encircled Dante's neck in his arms, nuzzling into his warmth and taking note that Vince's scent no longer lingered.

"You think you can walk now?" he asked him.

Dante chuckled. "I think that's the question I need to ask you, babe."

Nero punched him lightly. "Come on, we should get out of here before the dancers turn up."

"I'm sure we have plenty of time."

"Dante..."

Before he could continue, Dante grasped him lightly under the chin and pulled him towards him, his lips pressing against his firmly. Nero released a breath through his nostrils, kissing back briefly before pulling away with a stern expression in his azure eyes.

"I love you Nero," he whispered.

Smiling, Nero nuzzled him lovingly. "I know old man. Just don't let anything like this happen again, or I'll shoot you before coming to your rescue!"

The elder snorted. "Threat taken."

However before both men could sit up and contemplate getting dressed, they heard feet walking in the corridor outside. They looked towards the shattered main doors, seeing the shadows of several people moving towards them. Colour draining swiftly from their faces, the hunters turned towards each other.

"Shit."

Thanks for reading, I do have plans for another Dante/Nero story, though I'll be off on hoilday soon so I don't know when I'll get around to uploading anything. But I am not dead, just running slow at the moment!