Prompt #322 - Untitled - oskalaboska - Devil
Title: Untitled
Fandom: Devil May Cry
Character/Pairing: Lady, Dante/Nero
Rating: PG
Warning: None
Summary: Lady has a job that the boys don't want.
“You have to take this job?” Lady pleaded at the two men sitting on the nearby couch.
The older man, Dante, glanced up from the television to met her blue/red gaze with a glare. “We told you last time that we wouldn’t do anymore jobs for that freaking witch.”
Lady crossed her arms under her chest, seeing and smirking at bit when she caught Dante’s eyes dropping to the bit of her breast peeking out from her white shirt. She leaned forward a bit towards the man, asking slowly, “Even if she is offering to pay three times the going rate.”
Dante’s face went blank but she noticed that his eyes never left the opening of her blouse. She knew that she had him on her side but the other one.
Nero shook his head, his eyes not leaving the large tome in his hand as he answered offhandedly. “Still not interested.”
She turned her gaze to the younger man and inwardly cringed. Unlike his mate, Lady couldn’t manipulate Nero.
Nero, when he first arrived at Devil May Cry, so such a far cry from the impulsive kid Trish and Nero had described that she assumed that the two demons had been having fun at her expense. Something that, unfortunately, was pretty frequent.
And after going on a few jobs with the kid, she realized pretty quickly that Nero’s farm boy charm worked well with the clients. All it took was Nero to put on his ‘Ah Shucks’ face -Dante’s words- and they were forgiven for almost anything.
And a few of the clients, their current one including, specificly asked for Nero specificially.
Lady stood straight meeting Nero’s ice blue gaze. “But he’d need your help on this one.” Especially since he was essential for the job.
Dante turned his head toward his partner. “She’s pimped you out again.”
Nero broke his gaze with her and snorted. “Of course she did. It’s the only way she gets these stupid cases, now.” He then tilted he head back, glancing at Dante with the corner of his eyes, “She never got have as many jobs when it was just you.”
Dante stared at Nero with a blank face for a few moments before closing his eyes with a loud sigh and nodding. “ Fine. Sure. Whatever. “
The left corner of Nero’s mouth lifts into a smirk.
“But then,” Dante continued. “I never had to suck up to the clients.” He opened his eyes and his own smirk grew as Nero’s faded. “Or had so many fangirl clients.”
Nero stiffened and glared at Dante.
“While this is all great,” Lady cut in, dropping her hands and lifting one to rest on her hip. “We still have a client…”
“Who is disillusional and believes my boy is her one true love.” Dante finished.
Nero and Lady both roll their eyes. Nero sighed. “I really wish you would stop calling me your boy. You sound like a creepy old man.” He paused, looking thoughtful. “Well, more creepy than normal.”
“I’m not creepy.” Dante exclaimed.
“Ha.” Nero pointed at him with his human hand, smiling as he turned to Lady. “Got him to admit to being old.”
Dante crossed his arms like a five year old child, with wide eyes and his lower lip jutting forward a bit. “Whatever.” He said, turning his head away from both occupants.
Lady shook her head at the display. “So, when will you do the job?”
Nero returned his gaze to his book.” Not going to do it.”
“Aww.” Dante said, leaning forward till he mouth was extremely close to the young man’s face. “Afraid of a little mousy old lady.”
Nero shook his head. “No. But when a woman answers a door wearing nothing but a towel and a grin that is similar to some of the flesh eating demons we’ve seen, its best not to ring the bell ever again.”
Lady coughed, choking on air at the thought of her client, a 48 year old school teacher, answering the door in a towel. “Really.”
Nero looked up. His face was totally blank.
The room was silent for a few moments before Dante broke the tension by asking in a whining tone, “But it’s three times as much? My debt would be paid off.”
“You’re debt would never be paid.” Nero retorted back. “And my work and pay doesn’t have anything to do with yours.” Nero turned to the brunette with an amused smile, “Plus, I get hazard pay for these jobs.”
Dante leaned back in his seat, “Hazard pay?”
Lady grimaced, remembering the last job and its client, a bouncy bubbly redhead and the intense way she stared at the kid, and raised her hand to her head. “So, 25 percent?”
Nero closed the book with a loud thud and rested it on his lap. He leaned forward in interest, “Given her age and the fact that I know her where her birthmark is, you might need to raise it a little?”
Fandom: Devil May Cry
Character/Pairing: Lady, Dante/Nero
Rating: PG
Warning: None
Summary: Lady has a job that the boys don't want.
“You have to take this job?” Lady pleaded at the two men sitting on the nearby couch.
The older man, Dante, glanced up from the television to met her blue/red gaze with a glare. “We told you last time that we wouldn’t do anymore jobs for that freaking witch.”
Lady crossed her arms under her chest, seeing and smirking at bit when she caught Dante’s eyes dropping to the bit of her breast peeking out from her white shirt. She leaned forward a bit towards the man, asking slowly, “Even if she is offering to pay three times the going rate.”
Dante’s face went blank but she noticed that his eyes never left the opening of her blouse. She knew that she had him on her side but the other one.
Nero shook his head, his eyes not leaving the large tome in his hand as he answered offhandedly. “Still not interested.”
She turned her gaze to the younger man and inwardly cringed. Unlike his mate, Lady couldn’t manipulate Nero.
Nero, when he first arrived at Devil May Cry, so such a far cry from the impulsive kid Trish and Nero had described that she assumed that the two demons had been having fun at her expense. Something that, unfortunately, was pretty frequent.
And after going on a few jobs with the kid, she realized pretty quickly that Nero’s farm boy charm worked well with the clients. All it took was Nero to put on his ‘Ah Shucks’ face -Dante’s words- and they were forgiven for almost anything.
And a few of the clients, their current one including, specificly asked for Nero specificially.
Lady stood straight meeting Nero’s ice blue gaze. “But he’d need your help on this one.” Especially since he was essential for the job.
Dante turned his head toward his partner. “She’s pimped you out again.”
Nero broke his gaze with her and snorted. “Of course she did. It’s the only way she gets these stupid cases, now.” He then tilted he head back, glancing at Dante with the corner of his eyes, “She never got have as many jobs when it was just you.”
Dante stared at Nero with a blank face for a few moments before closing his eyes with a loud sigh and nodding. “ Fine. Sure. Whatever. “
The left corner of Nero’s mouth lifts into a smirk.
“But then,” Dante continued. “I never had to suck up to the clients.” He opened his eyes and his own smirk grew as Nero’s faded. “Or had so many fangirl clients.”
Nero stiffened and glared at Dante.
“While this is all great,” Lady cut in, dropping her hands and lifting one to rest on her hip. “We still have a client…”
“Who is disillusional and believes my boy is her one true love.” Dante finished.
Nero and Lady both roll their eyes. Nero sighed. “I really wish you would stop calling me your boy. You sound like a creepy old man.” He paused, looking thoughtful. “Well, more creepy than normal.”
“I’m not creepy.” Dante exclaimed.
“Ha.” Nero pointed at him with his human hand, smiling as he turned to Lady. “Got him to admit to being old.”
Dante crossed his arms like a five year old child, with wide eyes and his lower lip jutting forward a bit. “Whatever.” He said, turning his head away from both occupants.
Lady shook her head at the display. “So, when will you do the job?”
Nero returned his gaze to his book.” Not going to do it.”
“Aww.” Dante said, leaning forward till he mouth was extremely close to the young man’s face. “Afraid of a little mousy old lady.”
Nero shook his head. “No. But when a woman answers a door wearing nothing but a towel and a grin that is similar to some of the flesh eating demons we’ve seen, its best not to ring the bell ever again.”
Lady coughed, choking on air at the thought of her client, a 48 year old school teacher, answering the door in a towel. “Really.”
Nero looked up. His face was totally blank.
The room was silent for a few moments before Dante broke the tension by asking in a whining tone, “But it’s three times as much? My debt would be paid off.”
“You’re debt would never be paid.” Nero retorted back. “And my work and pay doesn’t have anything to do with yours.” Nero turned to the brunette with an amused smile, “Plus, I get hazard pay for these jobs.”
Dante leaned back in his seat, “Hazard pay?”
Lady grimaced, remembering the last job and its client, a bouncy bubbly redhead and the intense way she stared at the kid, and raised her hand to her head. “So, 25 percent?”
Nero closed the book with a loud thud and rested it on his lap. He leaned forward in interest, “Given her age and the fact that I know her where her birthmark is, you might need to raise it a little?”