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In the Shower	By : Bubblesoflove Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 3245 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: In the Shower
Characters: Kyrie/Nero
Rating: Mature/Adult (Just to be on the safe side)
Disclaimers: I do not own anyone/anything from the forum Devil May Cry. Capcom owns Devil May Cry and its characters. There is no copyright infringement intended. I do not make any profit/money or take any credit.
Summary: She knew she shouldn't be watching him…but she couldn't help herself.
A/N: Prompt for September 1st – Kyrie/Nero – Voyeurism – 'Fighting demons is a dirty job. Nero takes a shower unaware Kyrie has walked in.'
Timeline: Set after DMC 4
Word Count: 1,251
Betaed: Nope
In The Shower
Nero sighed as he slowly made his way into the house he and Kyrie shared. He looked around for the missing woman only to remember that she had told him that she was planning on staying behind at the church.
Nero winced as he made his way into his bedroom so he could place Red Queen, his sword, into her case where he would clean her off later. He also placed Blue Rose, his gun, onto the table next to his bed before moving to the connecting door that led into the bathroom.
With quick hands, Nero switched on the light and the shower, cranking the temperature up so the water could ease his aching muscles. He turned to look into the mirror before wincing when he saw there was a streak of blood, his blood, on his cheek and internally thanked whoever watching over them that Kyrie hadn't been home. She hated it when he came home bloodied.
He grabbed a cloth, running it under the water from the tap before he wiped the blood away to see that his cut had already healed itself. He grunted; the perks of being a half demon.
Pushing himself away from the sink, he slowly removed his clothes one by one, wincing as his muscles protested at being used so soon after fighting demons for hours.
It had started out as simple demon hunting. One of the locals had complained that a demon seemed to be tearing up the animals and he sought it out, unaware that he had been walking into a trap. The demon hadn't been alone and before Nero knew it, he had been surrounded.
It reminded Nero of the time they had the Hell Gates appearing around in Fortuna, courtesy of Agnus who had created them just so he could his hands on the Demons' souls.
Shaking himself out the thoughts of the past, Nero stepped out of his boots and kicked his jeans and boxers away before he stepped into the shower, closing the glass door behind him. He sighed in relief when the hot water pounded against his skin, massaging his muscles.
Nero lifted his arms, placing his hands on the glass in front of him as he let the hot water massage his back, his head bowed, allowing himself to relax completely.
Kyrie watched transfixed by the scene before her. She hadn't known that Nero was home when she went into the bathroom only to see him in the shower. His eyes were closed, looking at peace for the first time in a while.
Without realising it, her eyes had begun to drift lower, taking in every inch of bare skin. She and Nero hadn't taken the next step in their relationship, not because they didn't want to, more because they just didn't have enough time for each other at moment. She had never seen him naked and the sudden desire between her legs made her realise how much she wished they were intimate.
Nero shifted and she started, thinking she had been caught, and ducked off to the side so she was out of Nero's eyesight. She peered from her private place to see that Nero had reached for the soap and was beginning to lather himself up.
Kyrie bit her bottom lip as she watched the soap glide over his skin, her hand came up to her neck, stroking at the skin there as she wished her hand was the soap.
The soap started at his shoulders, working its way down one arm before it would move onto the other one. Soon it was brought to his chest and he scrubbed a little harder there before moving it down lower to the developed six-pack.
Her breathing turned heavy as desire fought within her. She was tempted to strip off, to join him in the shower, to have his hands running over her skin with hers over his. She held her breath when the soap moved down lower to a particular organ. Nero groaned as he gripped himself, slowly stroking as he cleaned himself.
Kyrie's hand moved down lower, brushing over the hard nipples that were fighting against the fabric. She swallowed her whimper of pleasure as her touch, over the fabric, sent darts of pleasure throughout her body.
Nero managed to pull his hand away from his now erection and ran the soap over his legs before shifting it to behind him. Each time he moved his arms so his hand could reach his back, his body would arch slightly.
Kyrie licked her lips as she vaguely remembered that she really shouldn't be watching him, it wasn't proper but she couldn't help herself. She had always been attracted to Nero since they were kids. First it started off a curious attraction because of his bright blue eyes, his white hair and the cocky grin he would always sport.
It grew as they got older and she learned more of the difference between a man and a woman and how they fitted together. She did have dreams and fantasies of Nero but nothing compared to seeing the real thing before her.
Satisfied that he was clean, Nero dropped the soap into its holder and rested his back against the now warm tiles, closing his eyes as his devil-bringer hand came back to his erection. He gripped himself once more and stroked a little harder.
Kyrie's image came to his mind eye and he stroked a little faster at her image, her red hair loose around her shoulders, a shy smile as she pushed the thin straps of her blue dress, that she found one day when shopping, off her shoulder, the material dropping to bare her breasts to his eyes.
Although they had never gotten that far, it didn't stop him from imagining what they looked like whenever he felt them during their make-out. He would like to see them but he wasn't going to push Kyrie until she was ready.
But in his mind eye, he would lean forward, taking a nipple into his mouth while loving the way she would arch under him, purring as her hands slid into his hair, holding him close. His devil bringer arm would slip around her waist and up her back while his free hand would go up to her other breast, playing with the nipple.
Kyrie's lips parted when she saw him stroke himself, her hands coming up to her chest, caressing her breasts through the material of her dress. Maybe she should hint that they should take the next step?
His other hand came down and caressed his balls and she stifled a whimper, one hand venturing lower to between her legs, wishing she could touch herself. But she couldn't, she didn't want Nero to think she was a slut for touching herself as she watched him, especially when he didn't know that she was there.
He groaned out Kyrie's name, making her flush as she bit down on her bottom lip, pressing her thighs together. She needed…she needed…she watched with wide eyes as Nero cleaned himself up before he stepped out of the shower, reaching forward to grab the towel from the counter and realised the situation she was in.
With a muffle squeak, she darted out of the bathroom, closing the door as quietly as she could before she hurried into her bedroom.
Nero just looked over his shoulder, wondering what made the squeaking sound before narrowing his eyes when he saw nothing.
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