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The Bedroom Fight	By : AkumanoTsubasa Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 8973 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Bedroom Fight
- 2-Nero's POV
- 1
- 2
Hi, again!
� This chapter is
Nero�s take on what happened previously.�
I don�t know why, but Nero demanded his share of the fun�didn�t like me
getting into Dante�s head and not his, I guess.
� Okay, warnings. �Again, if you somehow missed it on the
earlier chapter, yes�Dante and Nero are somehow related.� That makes this incest (though they may, for
all we know, be related distantly enough for it to be �okay�).� There is some pseudo-bondage and very shady
consent in this.� Also, descriptions of
violence and torture, since Nero�s obviously a little bit upset at this point
in the game�
� Anyway, please
enjoy!

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�� Boiling
with fury, Nero knew he was fighting fucking stupid, but didn�t really
care.� That bastard Agnus was dead when
he got his hands on him.� Dead!� He�d impale the twisted little bugger, cut
off his stuttering tongue and shove it up his ass.� Strangle him with his intestines; slowly peel every inch of skin
off him; carve off his eyelids so he had to watch when he started slicing him
into skinny little slices like deli meat.�
How dare he even touch Kyrie?�
But holding her hostage, knocking her out and carrying her away?
�� Agnus was
going to die in the most horrible manner Nero could manage to contrive.
�� And don�t
even get him started on old man Sanctus.
�� Lost in a
haze of violent fantasy, Nero hacked his way through every opponent he came
against.� He paid them all no mind�they
weren�t his goal and they couldn�t even delay him for long.
�� Entering
one last room, Nero looked up from his latest blood-drenched daydream�wrapping
the demonic hand that Agnus was so fascinated with around the bastard�s face
and squeezing until his skull popped�at the sound of a well-remembered voice.
�� What took
you so long?� Dante asked.� Nero felt
excitement spike in his belly�this guy was a tough opponent, and it would be so
sweet to take him on again.� And Credo had
set him the task of catching this dude�not that he was about to listen to Credo
anymore.� Not that he ever really had.
�� You.� What are you doing here?� he asked.� But the memory of Kyrie flickered across his
mind.� He couldn�t afford to linger
here, no matter how much the idea appealed.�
�Forget it,� he said, brushing past Dante.� �I don�t have time for this!�
�� A heavy
hand landed on his shoulder, turning him around.� �And neither do I.�
�� The fury
exploded again under Nero�s skin, and he lashed out.� Dante evaded his strikes easily, which only pissed him off
more.� The older man caught him by his
demonic wrist, holding him in place with seeming ease.� Nero growled, feeding his demonic strength
with the fire of his anger and pulling with all his might to be free of that
vise-like grip.� But Dante abruptly let
him go, sending him spinning into the wall.�
The impact really should have stunned him momentarily, but all he could
think of was that this asshole was blocking his path to Kyrie, and how dare
he?!� He was as bad as Agnus, as
Sanctus, as the knights who stood in his way, as every other demon he had to
take down before he could save Kyrie.
�� He would
not fail her.� Even if her horrified
reaction to his arm had hurt, she�d still looked to him to save her when Agnus
moved to use her as a human shield.� She
was his and he would never fail to save her.
�� Dante had
said something.� Nero had mostly missed
it, and didn�t really care.� �Your point
being?� he asked, calling up the new power the sword Yamato had granted him,
feeling the instinct-level rage of a demon explode around him, combining with
his own anger to blast the dust away from him and allow him to cool off a
degree.� Enough to notice the way Dante
looked at him, hunger, fascination, and something Nero couldn�t put his finger
on, and all focused on him�and his sword?
�� It was
originally my brother�s.�� Oh boo
hoo.� Like Nero cared who�d owned it
before.� It had come to him and now it
was his.� He was going to dice Agnus
with it, and nothing was going to stop him.�
�Return it to me,� and Dante drew his sword, belying his next
words.� �And I�ll let you go.� Kid.�
�� Kid?!�� What the fuck?!� Where did this motherfucker get off calling him that?� He was a professional demon killer, a knight
in an order devoted to destroying the things that went bump in the night.� He was going to test Yamato�s edge on
Dante�s flesh for damn sure.� The sword
was hungry for the blood and violence, and Nero would feed it.� The voice in his head was, for once,
entirely in tune with his own desires.�
He would destroy Dante and take any power he possessed for himself!
�� Throwing
out a furious retort, Nero launched a shockwave attack, heedless of the damage
he was doing to the Headquarters building.�
Fuckers could bill him, if there was anyone left once he�d finished
destroying the cancer eating at the heart of things.� But Dante had again dodged�damn, he was fast!�and perched on top
of�a bed canopy?� Where was the
bed?� Nevermind, it didn�t matter.� In fact, whatever Dante was saying to try
and goad him didn�t matter.� Dante
didn�t matter, nor the blood-crazed chanting echoing in his skull.� Only Kyrie.
�� He tried to
get around Dante, not caring that even if he managed, he�d have presented his
back to his enemy.� He thought only of
getting through the door on the other side of the room.� Kyrie was somewhere beyond it, and it was
already taking him too long to get there.�
But Dante bounded down into his path, bound and determined to block his
path.
�� Well, if
that�s the way he wanted things to go down, fine.
�� The fight
seemed very short.� In this environment,
neither of them was capable of the acrobatics they�d managed in the
Cathedral.� Further, Nero mostly just
wanted through as fast as possible.� He
wasn�t stalling for time, now�he was fighting against the clock more than he
was fighting Dante.� He poured all his
effort into overcoming both his physical adversary and, by doing so, the
intangible one.
�� Unfortunately,
it seemed that Dante was an opponent he couldn�t overcome.� He was simply too strong and too fast.� Nero would lunge after him and he just
wouldn�t be there anymore, and ninety percent of the time he was already
launching a counterattack.� He was
grateful when the man did something called a �royal guard� that blocked his
attacks, but enabled him at last to bring the Devil Bringer into play.� Slamming his opponent viciously against the
ground had gained new appeal recently, and when he could hear bones
splintering, all the better.� Of course,
as he�d seen at the Cathedral, what should have been crippling or lethal damage
barely even slowed Dante down.� Still,
it made Nero feel better to tear into the other man with his bare hands.
�� Better
still, he�d managed to back Dante toward a corner, limiting his mobility.� He manifested Yamato from within his arm and
attacked as quickly as he could to make the most of the small opportunity.� The blows against Dante�s gigantic sword�and
what was he compensating for with that monster, anyway?�made his hand ache, but
he persisted.� He managed to knock the
blade out of Dante�s hand and moved to make the best of it.
�� Unfortunately,
his stab met with air as Dante nimbly skipped aside.� Nero felt a hand smack down on the back of his head and push him
forward.� It was all he could do to
extend his arm so he didn�t fall on Yamato on the way down.� He landed pretty hard on his face, hearing
the soft crack in his cheekbone and feeling his healing kick in to fix the
injury.� Ears ringing, it took him a
moment longer than it should have to get back to his feet.
�� One moment
too long.
�� Suddenly,
he was face first in the carpet again, his aching cheek throbbing a
protest.� He struggled momentarily, then
froze when he felt the whole line of Dante�s front meet with his back.� And Dante�s sword obviously wasn�t
compensating for anything in the anatomical department, because Nero could
clearly feel the other man�s hard on through both pairs of jeans and his lined
jacket.� The man�s breath tickled warm
and surprisingly sensual against his ear when he spoke.
�� Seems you
need a lesson in obedience to your elders, kid.� Now, let�s see just how much of a demon you are.�� Teeth closed on the back of Nero�s neck, and
he felt his muscles just freeze up, completely refusing to move no matter how
hard he tried to force them to.� A hand
slid around his body to his fly, and Nero took a moment to wish fleetingly that
the Hell Gate would open up and swallow him right this instant, because he was
half-hard, and who knew what Dante would think of that.� Encouragement, maybe, damn him.� But Nero always got a little aroused
when the adrenaline started flowing, and even though he tried to will the blood
elsewhere, Dante�s surprisingly gentle hand still encountered hardness.� Nero whimpered, feeling his face flood with
heat at the shame and embarrassment at being caught enjoying the fight so much,
not to mention the electric tingle that zinged through him at the unwanted
touch.
�� Nero felt
his pants fall open entirely under Dante�s skilled hands.� Dante nibbled at the back of his neck�a
prime erogenous zone for Nero, beyond this strange lock-up thing�and a hot,
gloved hand enfolded his cock.� A lap
full of ice might have been able to contain his reaction to it, but not much
else, as his erection swelled mightily to stand proudly at full length and beg
for more.� His jeans were
unceremoniously jerked down his thighs, and the rip of another zipper being
opened was loud past the sound of his own rasping breath.
�� One part of
him was screaming, dancing in rage, hissing, spitting, and cursing Dante every
way he could think to.� The bastard was
seriously going to rape him?� The
humiliation was unbearable, but he just couldn�t move, couldn�t even formulate
a verbal protest.
�� The other
part of him, however, was turned on, unbelievably aroused by his own
helplessness and Dante�s obvious power over him.� He was a little scared�he�d never done this before, and had heard
it would hurt; but seriously, pain had taken on a whole different definition
lately, first with his arm being injured and warping into its current state,
then all the fighting, and culminating with the mortal wound Agnus had inflicted
upon him.� It couldn�t be that bad,
could it?� And besides, he�d always been
curious, like with his carefully hidden crush on Credo when he�d been younger.� And Dante was much better looking than
Credo�hell, he was a fucking marble statue in the flesh.� Angels would weep with envy.
�� Feeling
hot, smooth, slightly damp flesh pressed between his legs and against his
virgin opening, Nero shivered slightly and moaned.� That sure didn�t feel like marble!� Inexplicably, the teeth at his neck
disappeared, and the paralysis fled.� He
wanted almost to cry�now that he wasn�t immobilized, he was practically
required to fight, but his body wasn�t so sure anymore that it wanted to.� Dante was whispering in his ear, something
about something to make it easier, but blessedly returned to biting him again
only moments later, so Nero didn�t have to figure out whether he was going to
fight or not.
�� Seconds
later, he wished he had fought as burning pain seared into him.� He felt split open, his whole butt on fire,
even though only his anus was being so abused�right?� He cried out, thrashing against his attacker and not even
wondering at his sudden limited ability to move.� The pain and shame yawned up around him, swallowing him whole and
blotting out his vision so he could see only stars behind his clenched eyelids,
trying not to let the hot tears welling in his eyes escape.
�� Calloused
fingers slipped under his shirt, playing along his belly and ribs in a mockery
of tenderness, but it did feel good, and the distraction was welcome.� Dante tweaked one of his nipples, and Nero
shuddered, feeling heat flood his face again.�
The reactions of his body shamed him, betrayed how much he loved the
sensations coursing through him.� Even
the pain wasn�t so bad, when he�d taken so much worse, and the newly-awakened
devil inside him purred in sweet contentment at being so thoroughly dominated
by one who had proven himself worthy to be his first.
�� Dante was
still for a long moment, and the burning died down just a little to a more
bearable ache.� Nero felt uncomfortably
full, but no longer did the pain spur him to fight hopelessly against the man
above him.� When Dante began to rock a
little, Nero was surprised to find he didn�t dislike the sensation, and the
firm hand on his erection felt amazing.�
The gentle squeezing in time with Dante�s slow rocking motion was nice,
soothing away the pain and starting to tilt the balance slowly toward
pleasure.� Nero sighed softly at the
warm pleasure filling him, then tensed when more than that sense of well-being
filled him.
�� Dante
laughed quietly against his neck, sounding a little breathless, which had a
strange effect on Nero.� Hell, the man
hadn�t even been breathing heavily as they fought, but now, now he was
panting, now when Nero was so completely under his control?� He wanted to be offended that Dante was
fucking laughing at him�was fucking him!�but all he felt was the
pleasure mixed with pride that he�d managed at last to rob him of breath.
�� Dante began
to thrust carefully into him, rubbing his hand slowly up and down Nero�s
straining erection.� Both sensations
felt incredibly good, wrenching an unwilling moan out of his throat.� Dante thrust harder and touched something
inside Nero that made him see stars and tense up, hardly aware of the embarrassing
sounds escaping him as he pushed blindly back to have more of that.� The sense of fullness increased and he
distantly registered the feeling of Dante�s zipper pressed flush against his
flesh, but then the man was moving harder, deeper and he had no time to think
about it.� A few strokes later, Dante
hit that miraculous spot again, sending fire to pool deep inside him.
�� He didn�t
notice when Dante let go of the bite at his nape, just trying to get him deeper
and harder and faster and more.�
Shame, humiliation, and embarrassment all burned away in the face of the
pleasure singing through him.� Nero had
been with Kyrie�even Credo�s old-fashioned disapproval hadn�t deterred them�but
it had never been like this.� That had
always been gentle and Nero had always been acutely aware of how much stronger
he was than Kyrie.� He�d been afraid of
hurting her and had thus restrained his more violent urges.� But this�this was raw sex, no inhibitions
left to hold him down, and it felt like only Dante�s weight on his back kept
him attached to this earth.
�� Shameless,
now, and completely free, Nero let himself cry out exactly as he wanted to,
unafraid of discovery.� His hips rocked
to whatever rhythm Dante chose to set for them, and he rutted himself wildly beneath
the older man.� He shoved his aching
cock through Dante�s fist, then lunged back to impale himself on Dante�s
hardness.� The world seemed to consist
only of them, even Kyrie banished from mind.�
The universe began and ended with Dante and what he was doing to him,
and Nero was growing steadily ever more desperate for the big bang.� Pleas tripped freely from his lips, prayers
sent up to his own personal god of sex to pretty please let him come.
�� A sharp nip
to his ear dragged Nero�s attention back to earth just enough to hear, though
not really understand, Dante�s words.�
�Ask and ye shall receive.�� The
thick hardness that rubbed so nicely against his internal walls suddenly
stabbed right at that magic spot deep inside him, and Nero couldn�t help but
howl and arch his back for more.� He was
so close, felt suspended in that moment of detachment, of floating at the top
of the roller coaster before the ride really began.
�� Dante�s
teeth in his shoulder grounded him enough in his body to finally fall.� His breath caught in his throat and he
couldn�t have made a sound if his life depended on it.� His lips moved in a steady mantra anyway,
praising Dante�s name more fervently than he�d ever uttered a prayer in his
life.� Nero�d never really believed in
divinity before, but as the whole world was lost in a flash of burning white
light, he was certain he�d had a taste of what heaven must be like.
�� When it was
over, Nero was a little surprised still to be alive, though the sharp pain as
Dante�s�still hard?�cock was pulled from his body confirmed it to be true.� Sharp teeth grazed his shoulder again, and
Nero relaxed.� Dante wasn�t going far, a
thought that was reinforced when Nero felt Dante�s hands working at his boots,
then his holsters, and finally with his jeans, which clung uncomfortably to his
sweaty form.� The touch of the room
temperature air against his overheated flesh was soothing and a little
exciting�he was hyper aware of his partial nakedness, and of Dante�s eyes
surveying his body intimately.
�� Nero was
unprepared to be yanked to his feet.�
One arm wrapped around him like a band of steel�only stronger, because
Nero could bend steel, if he set his mind to it�and a strong hand forced his
chin up.� His mouth met with a bruising
kiss, hot and wet and slightly painful, like the sex they�d just shared.� Dante�s tongue was rough like some great
cat�s, entirely unlike Kyrie�s soft mouth, but very like his own.� Feeling that ungentle muscle plundering his
mouth and stroking at his own tongue, perfectly set off by the scratchiness of
stubble, Nero thought he might combust on the spot.� He opened his eyes to watch what he could of Dante�s face.� Dante�s eyes were closed, sinfully long, dark
lashes casting deep crescents of shadow over his cheekbones.� He was beautiful, yes, but Nero wished he
would open his eyes.� He wanted to see
those pale, feral eyes focused on him.
�� Then they
did open, the kiss breaking, but Dante didn�t really look at him, eyes
flickering instead around the room.�
Nero found himself backed abruptly against the bed canopy he�d noticed
earlier.� Maybe he should have taken it
as a sign from the beginning.� After
all, how fitting was it that their fight in this bedroom had morphed into this?
�� Off-balance,
knees still a little wobbly, Nero clung to the support the frame offered with
his hands and Dante�s body with his legs.�
He felt hardness pressed to his hole again, before it was shoved rudely
inside.� The roughness wasn�t a
deterrent�far from it.� At Dante�s
ungentle penetration, Nero felt his own arousal begin to return, and the sudden
impact of that cock against that delightful spot inside him made him shudder
and groan.� His back arched into the
sensation as Dante started to move inside him, stroking the walls of his aching
ass and setting him on fire again.
�� Again,
Dante displayed an uncanny ability to find his erogenous zones as he lowered
his head to bite and suck at Nero�s collarbones.� Dante�s inhuman strength came into play as he lifted Nero easily
over his cock and pushed him down upon it with bruising force.� Dizzy with pleasure and the lurking pain of
being so well used, Nero looped an arm around Dante�s neck for balance.� The kiss his lips blindly sought was just
for the pleasure of it.� He wanted the
whole experience to go on forever, loving the friction inside him, the coarse
rub of Dante�s zipper against intimate bits of his flesh, the rub of his own
erection against Dante�s shirt.
�� Without
warning, Dante pinned him against his broad chest, stilling their movement, and
pulled him away from the pillar.� Nero
tried to protest�it felt good, dammit!�but Dante smothered him with another
world-burning kiss.� The unexpected
sensation of Dante�s cock filling him at a previously unexplored angle and
depth forced a gasp out of him right past Dante�s clever tongue.� Seeing stars, Nero clung to the only support
he had�Dante, of course�and didn�t let go until he found himself on his back on
the carpet.� The soft surface felt nice
against his back, though he hadn�t really noticed it when Dante took him the
first time.
�� Dante was
looking down at him, eyes fairly glowing with intensity as he unzipped Nero�s
jacket-liner, shoving the heavy material out of the way and hiking up his shirt
to explore his chest.� Determined not to
be outdone, Nero fumbled his clumsy fingers to the zipper on Dante�s shirt and
pulled the garment open.� The sight of a
pretty pink nipple instantly drew his attention and he reached up to play with
it, fascinated when it hardened at his touch.�
Dante�always with the fucking one-upmanship�bent to take one of Nero�s
nipples in his mouth, sucking fiercely.�
Nero cried out and fought not to come again, once more clinging to
Dante, feeling his fingernails scrape against the fabric of the older man�s shirt.
�� Dante
pulled away a little, grabbing Nero�s off-hand for no reason he could think
of.� The other man touched his face,
forcing him to look at him.� �Hey,� the
devil hunter purred in that sexy voice of his�since when did he think Dante had
a sexy voice?!� But Nero was far more
transfixed by the sight of the man, lips swollen from their almost violent
kisses, eyes dilated to black pits rimmed with silver, a sex-flush spreading
over his fair skin.� The image didn�t
help Nero hold himself from the edge, especially not when the older man�s hips
just kept grinding against his butt, pumping his thick shaft smoothly into him
with each roll of his pelvis.
�� Dante
nuzzled his hair, a strangely tender gesture given how violent their joining
was, and put Nero�s hand on his cock.�
The sexy voice came forth again, not making sense at first, until Nero
managed to reorganize the sounds into a clear command from the lips of the idol
at whose altar he so fervently worshipped.
�� Touch
yourself.�
�� Nero hadn�t
had the demonic arm for long, and surely hadn�t played with it in this
sense.� He was always too aware of how
unnatural it was, how freakish and ugly the red, leathery hide and glowing blue
core were.� He kept it hidden as best he
could, knowing fully well what the Order did to demons and not really wanting to
experience it himself.� Really, he just
tried not to think about it too much, and hoped when he did that he�d wake up
one morning and find it gone.� Besides,
he was left-handed, and if he was going to be handling his delicate bits, he
preferred to do so with his more coordinated hand.
�� But now,
with an order to do it�� Touch
yourself,� Dante repeated, rolling his hips and delivering a glancing blow to
Nero�s magic spot, and Nero couldn�t resist any more.� Didn�t want to.� He fisted
his member, marveling at the soft feel of the blue part of his hand and the
pulsating heat of it.� It felt
good�fuck, he should have tried this as soon as the damn thing manifested!�but
he was acutely aware of Dante�s stillness above him, and more importantly,
within him.� Jacking off was nice, but
being pounded through the carpet by a man like this?� Way better.
�� Ugh,� he
groaned.� �Goddammit, move!�� He saw the infuriating smirk that flitted
over Dante�s handsome features, but his eyes slammed shut at the sudden return
of pleasure as the older man resumed thrusting.� He heard that voice speaking to him again, and his mind was
jumping through all sorts of blasphemous comparisons, before deciding that
Dante surely had to be Metatron incarnated just for the purpose of getting Nero
off with his voice, and fucking hell, wouldn�t that be hot, to come just
because Dante said so?� Oh, God, oh,
God, ohGod, God, GodGodGod!
�� The orgasm
rocked him down to his soul�had he thought it was good the first time?� Oh, no, this was much more than that!� This time he couldn�t even remember the name
of the man who fucked him so perfectly, too lost even to gasp his
completion.� Light and color exploded in
his vision, before being swallowed by darkness.� He was distantly aware of Dante reaching his own peak, vaguely
displeased that he couldn�t pry his eyes open to watch his face as he came, but
comforted by the rush of hot fluid filling him and lulling him into momentary
rest.
�� More
sensations impinged upon his awareness, though they made no real impression.� The flicker of pain as Dante pulled out and
the kiss pressed to his shoulder to soothe it; the sounds of fabric and leather
nearby; something soft wiping at his hand, his belly, the oversensitive skin of
his limp penis, and his burning, aching, throbbing opening; another rustle of
fabric and being manhandled into strange positions as he was dressed.� The hand fixing his collar finally brought
him around.
�� Fighting
his heavy eyelids, Nero peered up at Dante through the suddenly too-bright
light.� He felt like he was coming down
from the most incredible high, complete with the nausea, guilt, and frantic
hopeless hope that Credo and Kyrie never found out about this.
�� Oh, God,
what had he done?� What had he allowed
to be done to him?
�� And how had
he managed to forget Kyrie?� She was
depending on him to save her, and here he was enjoying the most pleasurable
experience of his short life, the complete twistedness of it only serving to
make it more erotic.� He had to get out
of here.� Right.� Now.
�� Quickly locating
his sword, knowing where it was instinctively, he lunged for it.� His fingers wrapped around Yamato�s hilt,
and he felt a thrill of victory�armed now, surely he could escape Dante with
ease, right?� Of course, he noticed with
a guilty flinch, Red Queen had been strapped to his back the whole time�and how
had Dante fucked him past that?�and Blue Rose had been in her holster and
available right up to his first orgasm.
�� Guilt and
confusion slowed him slightly, and the heavy boot on his wrist stopped him
cold.� Dante�s long, wide blade was
poised at his throat, a casual threat that almost aroused him again�would have,
if he were not so desperate to reach Kyrie.
�� You cooled
off yet, kid?� Dante asked, lightly tapping the bite on his shoulder, a
reminder of both their shared intimacy and the ease with which Dante had
overpowered him to attain it.� Nero
burned with resentment at the touch, feeling acutely how deeply he�d betrayed
Kyrie when his immediate wish was to submit again.� He didn�t know who he was more angry at, himself or Dante, for
landing him in this position.� He had to
grind his teeth to stave off an angry retort, but almost as quickly turned his
face aside.� Dante really had him by the
short and curlies, here, and even if he wanted to smack the bastard�he was
probably enjoying Nero�s turmoil, fucking asshole!�he knew better than to
try.� Especially since the endorphins
that still coursed in his blood reminded him that he hadn�t really fought all
that hard, had enjoyed it all with a humiliating fervor.
�� What�s the
matter?� Why the glare?� the older man
demanded above him.
�� Nero stared
at the sword in his hand�the much fought over weapon Dante could have simply
taken at any point during the proceedings�and at the hideous hand itself.� He couldn�t believe he�d taken pleasure in
the thing!� God, he was a twisted
motherfucker and Dante all the more so for having him do it.
�� You look
as if you�ve just been playing me from the beginning,� he said, trying to keep
his shame from his voice.� He wanted to
believe Dante was a good man, especially since he�d just allowed the man to
make him his bitch, but the gleam of wicked amusement in his eyes made him
wary.� It was though the man was
perpetually laughing at the world and everyone in it.
�� Unexpectedly,
Dante stepped off his wrist, turning his back on him and pacing a few steps
away.� Nero had a clear shot at his
back�but didn�t take it.� He knew Dante
could take him out easily, even if he got the drop on him, and besides, it
looked like the other man was a little unsteady on his feet.� That, more than the first, decided him.� Seeing that glimpse of weakness abruptly
humanized the Devil that had violated him, the erotic god that had rendered him
helpless with pleasure, the unsurpassed Devil Hunter who had beaten him down
and forced his surrender.
�� He really
was just a man, after all.
�� That
sword�� Dante said, as Nero rose slowly to his feet, ignoring reluctant muscles
and the tingle of what he was certain was a slowly healing zipper burn.� �Was used to separate our world from the
demons.�� Surprised, Nero looked at the
rather unassuming blade in his hand.�
Sure, it felt powerful, but the Order had legends of the Three
Swords of Sparda, one of which was rumored to have done that�severed the Human
Realm from Hell.� The swords were
unnamed in the legends, but to think he had been carrying one since his
�death�� And just where had Agnus
gotten his hands on it, and how had it broken, and why had Dante�s brother
possessed it?
�� I can�t
have something of that kinda power floatin� around, now can I?� Dante asked,
sounding perfectly reasonable.� But the
knowledge of what it was just made Nero want it more.� The blood-crazed voice was back to whispering in his mind,
lusting after power and violence, but Nero dismissed it.� This was a sword for protecting people�just
look how Sparda had used it!
�� It�s gotta
stay in the family,� Dante added.�
Nero�s heart revolted.� The sword
was his�hadn�t it come to his aid when he needed it?� Didn�t it continue to obey his will and
boost his powers?� And Sanctus had
said�something about him having inherited the power of Sparda.� Didn�t that make the sword his birthright?� Besides, he still had to save Kyrie, and
Yamato could help with that.� As much as
he loved Red Queen, she just wasn�t enough to face the demonic hordes
ahead.� But pair her with Yamato�
�� I need
this,� he said, tightening his fingers around Yamato�s white-wrapped hilt.
�� He heard
Dante sigh, uttering an exasperated half-laugh.� �Then keep it,� the Devil Hunter said.
�� Scarcely
believing his ears, Nero looked up at Dante�s face, trying to determine his
sincerity.� The amused light in his eyes
hadn�t dimmed, and the wry smirk twisting his features could easily be
interpreted as �I know a seeeeecret!� but something�something told Nero that he
meant it.
�� Now that
you�re calm and cool,� Dante continued, jerking a thumb in the direction of the
door and uttering another laugh.� �Get
going.�
�� Well�Nero did
feel a little calmer, less likely to just fly off the handle, more in control
of his temper, now.� He�d known he was
bad, but he hadn�t realized just how bad off he was until that very
moment.� Dante had probably saved his
life by delaying him and forcing him to work off a little of his temper.� Did he know that?� Would he be collecting on it?
�� Suspicious,
but knowing there was nothing he could do about it, Nero took the chance to
leave, before Dante took it back.� He
had to walk right past Dante, close enough to smell him.� He smelled like hot leather and gun oil,
sweat and musk, darkness and something Nero�s hindbrain labeled as �like
me.�� Demon-ness, maybe, or�Sparda?� If Dante wanted to keep the sword in the
family, did that make Dante�?
�� Hey!� the
other man�s voice arrested him.� There
was no way he could fail to obey that voice now.� It was under his skin, hardwired to his cock and his heart,
exciting both without effort and forcibly grabbing his attention.
�� What�s
your name?�
�� Nero burned
with renewed shame as he realized he�d given it up to a guy who didn�t even
know his name.� But the feeling faded as
quickly as it came on.� The names were
immaterial between them, now.� All that
mattered was that a part of him was now irrevocably Dante�s�the liquid trickle
of semen and maybe blood down the inside of his thigh reminded him of
that.� But the older man was allowing
him to go and do what he had to do, and he was grateful.
�� Nero,� he
said over his shoulder, not trusting himself if he looked at the leather-clad
Devil Hunter.� God, he was going to get
hard at the sight of chaps for the rest of his life!� �You�re Dante, right?� Not
a bad name,� he threw in to save face.�
Even though he�d been thoroughly conquered, a guy still had his
pride.� Though he was grudgingly willing
to accept that Dante simply overtopped him, it just wasn�t in him to bow that
easily.
�� He almost
missed the soft response that floated into the hall behind him.� �Neither is yours.�
�� Smiling a
little to himself, and knowing it was irrational to take such pleasure in a
compliment from the man who had, in essence, raped him, Nero nonetheless
carried on with a spring in his step.�
He�d still make lunchmeat of Agnus, and Sanctus, too, but he�d do it
with a clear head.� He�d save
Kyrie.� And if God was very good to him,
maybe Kyrie would forgive his unfaithfulness.�
Maybe she�d even look the other way when it inevitably happened again.
�� After all,
he still had Dante�s sword, and no way was he giving up Yamato without a
fight.� And it was a well-established
fact that fights made both of them horny little devils.
�� Nero
couldn�t wait for round two.

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Hello!
� Okay, I think it�s
official that this is about to become a series.� This story�both parts�is obviously PWP, but I�ve decided to
connect this to another story I�ve been working on involving Trish and
Credo.� (Am I the only one who loves
Credo?� For some reason, I just adore
him�poor thing.� The death thing was a
total gyp, though definitely one of the most beautiful scenes in the
game.)� Actually, I started the
TrishxCredo fic first, but what can I say?�
Dante and Nero demanded sex NOW.�
Not that Trish and Credo haven�t been getting it on elsewhere�� And can I just comment on how weird it is to
find myself writing het after all these years of near-exclusive yaoi/slash
devotion?� Anyway, I�ll begin posting
that once I get to a stopping point.�
Unfortunately, it seems like it�s coming out in one gigantic glob, right
now, so that might be a little while� *sigh*
� Anyway, everyone
please let me know what you think!� I
love hearing from you, so comments and questions are welcome.� I know and you know that you want to click
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