Something More

FIRST *ROMANTIC* DANTE/NERO DRAWING: This is from a sort of A.U. dramedy I'm writing about DMC. The way it goes is that Nero grew up with Dante at Devil May Cry and eventually falls for the hunter, oh and it loosely follows the anime as well as the games. Below is an excerpt from it, Nero just turned 20 and Dante's realizing that he's not a little kid anymore. I just typed this down real quick, by the way, so it'll be different in the finished form:

Nero turned around, a bright smile gracing his face. It was the first Dante had seen in ages. He certainly was a handsome young man, and the older hunter couldn’t deny it. The latter was abruptly thrown from his thoughts when a sudden burst of ice cold smashed into his face. Nero grinned mischievously , tossing a fresh snowball up and down in his hand. Dante wiped the melting slush from his face, adorning a smirk of his own as he ducked under another one of Nero’s attacks. He scooped up a handful of snow and hurdled it at the young hunter, it creamed the side of his head with a loud smack. Dante chuckled, consecutively throwing another snowball. Nero narrowly ducked under it, yanking his hood over his head for extra protection. He felt himself being tackled into the dense snow before he was able to construct his next projectile. Dante grabbed his right arm to prevent him from tossing the ball of loosely packed snow in his face. It didn’t do him any good, though, because the younger flicked his wrist upward and the snow struck him square in the forehead.
Nero laughed aloud as the snow fell off in large wet clumps, “Two to one,” he lightly stated “I win.”
Dante faintly smiled, trapped in the void of Nero’s dark blue eyes. The latter noticed the sudden change in his behavior, he appeared to be lost in thought again.
“Dante?” he whispered, hoping the elder wasn’t cooking up some evil plot to embarrass him again.
“…Nero?”
The young male felt his own chest thumping harder, it wasn’t often the veteran hunter called him by his real name. He usually heard it when made the man angry and was in trouble. But the look he was giving him was one of love and admiration. It was the same way Nero had always looked at him. He’d fallen for the Son of Sparda when he was young and wanted nothing more than to with him. Though, the elder hunter made it painfully clear that it couldn’t be, the only up-side being is none of his reasoning had anything to do with gender. Maybe Dante was realizing those barriers no longer existed between them. Whatever it was, it made Nero’s cheeks tinge a slight pink, his lips parted on their own accord but no words came forth.
Dante’s lips mimicked the other’s, but with a slight hint of amusement. He tenderly brushed a few strands of hair from the younger’s face, “I’ve been thinking about it for a while now…so long that my entirety yearns for you.”
Nero’s blush deepened, mostly because the it Dante mentioned, was when Nero’s teen years got the better of him. He was unable to keep his hormones in check at that time, and practically sexually assaulted Dante after he left the bathroom clad in nothing but a towel. The elder had been furious with him at the time, and now Nero understood why. Only fogged breath separated them now, their lips mere inches apart. Nero’s hand snaked up from Dante’s chest to his cheek, the stubble along his jaw line tickled his palm slightly.
Dante leaned down, pressing his lips to the younger slayer’s. They were cold from the winter’s embrace, and yet unbelievably soft. Softer than most of the women he’d kissed, and as much as he wanted to share this news, it would probably ruin the moment and end with a very ticked off Nero. He continued to press light, almost experimental kisses to the other’s lips, completely unaware that the young man had wrapped his arms around his neck.
Nero savored the sensation of the elder’s warm lips against his, and the slight smell of strawberries from a sundae he’d eaten earlier. He pulled the elder’s muscular body flush against his, titling his head slightly to the left.
Dante reluctantly pulled away, running his fingers through the other’s soft hair when he felt the younger grow impatient “How about we take this inside?”
Nero smirked and taking the other’s hand to pull himself up, eagerly following him inside.