EDITED

I'm making this story partly because of the lack of Dante and Kyrie pairings. (Which I'm cool with) Another is because I thought it was different to write about. This is my first story. It contains sexual content, abuse/violence, and other dark themes.

I've done some editing, and I do not own Devil May Cry or the characters.

Chapter 1

"Sister"

"Oh, hey are you hungry- "

The alarm goes off, cutting through her sleep harshly.

Kyrie groaned in her attempt to ignore the shots in her ears until the sound quickly became unbearable. "So tired… so hungry" She said the last part to herself, the first loud enough for Lady to hear. The lack of sleep caused her to be more sluggish than ever. She mentally told herself to ignore it, and someone will turn it off. How can she be the only annoyed; Though this probably nothing the hunters. She can't take the noise, so she calls for Lady in a last attempt to get some sleep.

"Kyrie, I'm in the bathroom" Lady replies with slight annoyance. As if it wasn't obvious. Lady, knowing what Kyrie was going to ask as soon as the clock went off.

"Oh, sorry" She replies tiredly. Lady's annoyance faded as she heard her voice this time. "No it's fine, it's just" Lady stopped for a second, but continued a little firmer "Look, the clock is downstairs at the desk, and I brought it here to wake Dante up early," She told Kyrie while in the bathroom. "That's nice of you."

"I didn't need the clock anyway," she said loud enough for Kyrie to hear. She continued "I leave that responsibility to you. I don't think his lazy ass can get up without a push. Besides, we got some work too, but I'm not sticking around." she said turning off the shower.

" Okay," Kyrie said simply, getting out of the bed. "Don't get lost" Lady joked, peeking out the bathroom. "Right" Kyrie stated, trying to ignore how cold it is in there. Trying to stay warm, she rubs her arms with her hands.

She grabs a white robe from the small closet near the bathroom Lady is in. It was thin but better than nothing. As she makes her way downstairs, and halfway down, the alarm stopped making the noise she began hating.

Curiously, she peeks downstairs to see Dante. He sat in the chair with his arms folded, as if he was waiting for something to happen. Alternatively, someone. "Dante" she let his name slip.

"Hey kitty," Dante responded back to her with a smirk. He started out at nothing, so she didn't think he noticed her. Kyrie felt slightly awkward, not only at her nickname, (though she hears often) but the fact that he's not wearing a shirt.

Since I'm down here, might as well eat, Kyrie thought hungrily. She walks to the kitchen, passing Dante in the process. Kyrie went to the first thing she saw, ice-cream. Not a good idea, but she loves strawberry ice-cream, and she's hungry. Taking a spoonful of ice-cream out of the bowl, she prepares herself for the freeze and dumps it into her mouth almost regretting it.

Not looking at Dante, she asks him half-jokingly "Aren't you cold, I mean, you're not wearing a shirt or footwear" while taking another spoon of ice-cream in her mouth. "Well, you are eating ice-cream" he started in a matter of fact tone. "-my ice-cream," he said distantly.

"Oh," the songstress said in a whisper. She held back the spoon only for a second before continuing eating it. Dante chuckled to himself at that, he looked her up and down. He can still see her curves through the white robe. He then exhaled from his mouth.

"To answer your question, no, I'm not cold," he said as he slowly hugs Kyrie from behind to not startle her, trapping her arms in her chest "See?" he whispered in her ear. "Yeah" Kyrie replied softly. She hid her face from his piercing blue eyes. Her heart pumped quicker as the hold dragged on. Just then, the phone ringed. "Um, Dante?" the phone still rang, but he lingered onto her, letting go of her at the fifth ring. I can breathe again; she thought briefly before the fresh air attacked her body again.

"Devil May Cry," Dante answered casually. After a moment of painful silence, Dante calls her name firmly. "Huh?" she responded while still rubbing her arms. "The kid" he stated dryly. "Nero?" she lit up, which aggravated Dante, but he smirked anyway. He simply nodded and handed her the phone. As soon as he handed her the phone, he walked away. "Nero" she whispered to him. She glanced up at Dante and shrugged her shoulders in confusion.

How was she to know? She hasn't talked to him in months. The way he stared at her, made her turn away. He nodded slowly while backing away from her and into his room.

Dante rolled his eyes as closes his door louder than necessary. The sound itself made her slightly jump but quickly brought her focus back to Nero. He then heads to the bathroom for a cold shower. Almost lost it he chuckled with no humor intended virtually "I'm coming soon" Nero said brightly. Unaware of the fear and excitement that ran down her spine. " I-It's been so long since I've heard your voice, and now I'm able to see you in the flesh?" she stated not so softly. There was a pause when he answered. She hoped it to be true. Even if they are together or not, she expected to come to some closure.

"I know, and I can't wait to see you." He said. While nervously playing with the phone card, she stated softly "I still have it." She looks up to see Lady coming from the stairs. "Have what?" he questioned. "My necklace-" she reached for it on her chest, she didn't have it on, but she kept it in a small dresser. "Do you know I still love you?" he whispered to her suddenly. Kyrie closed her eyes at that.

There's no way she can tell him now. Yes, she still loves him too, but not that way. "Yes," she said quietly. She looked at the door Dante went into. "-And I love you too… when you get here, we have so much to talk about." her voice started to break, but she fought against it. She put up a strained smile as if he was in the room with her. There was a pause.

"I'll be seeing you soon" he finally stated quickly before hanging up immediately.

"Yeah" she stated to no one. That was it. Though it spoke volumes about their relationship. She glanced up at Lady, seeing her disapproval made her look back down. "I'm scared, and you know that" Lady was about to respond to that, but decided against it. She realized early on of Kyrie's quiet stubbornness. So, she turned to leave instead.

"Be safe" the younger female told her. The demon hunter then stops. Her voice was like silk. Lady remembered her past and how similar 'Mary' was to Kyrie. She saw her old self in Kyrie, and it brought up mixed emotions. She turns her head slightly around to her to say "You too" as she leaves.

Kyrie, now focused on Dante, slowly advances to his room. She inhales through her nose, then knocks on the hunter's door, hoping for him not to answer. "It's open" he shouted dully from the bathroom. "Okay," she said quietly while slowly opening the door. She can hear the shower running, so she assumed he was taking a shower. Kyrie strolled over to his king sized bed and sat on the edge of it. She played with the dark covers as she waits.

When the water turned off, she was welcomed with more silence. She knew something was wrong. She knew a thought glanced by him "Okay, what is it, Dante?' she questioned as her hands balled in the covers, but again more silence. "Dante?" She called more softly. Her anxiety was slowly creeping up her spine.

After a minute or so of waiting, the door to the bathroom eventually opened, letting out the aroma she quickly appreciates. His bed is close enough to where she can lean on it and see him getting a towel to dry his dry his hair. "Dante" her tone pleaded for attention He then walks out of the bathroom drying with a small towel and a bigger one wrapped around his waist.

"Dan-"

"Kyrie!" He interrupted loudly, which made her visibly tense. She shifted her face to look at her hands. Kyrie quickly wipes a stray tear from her face. "Stop it" he gestured to her, referring to her nearly about to cry. "What's wrong" her voice much softer. His face softens at her reaction to his outburst before turning away from her. "You know what's wrong, don't act so clueless." He stated more softly while looking in the closet, with his back facing her. Dante is great at hiding what he's feeling most the time, so it surprised her that he just yelled at her for asking if he was okay. "Well anyway, I'll be leaving soon. I'm growing tired of dealing with you and your shit." He smirked.

"You are overreacting." She said in a hushed tone. She honestly did think Dante was overreacting. Nero called her, and it's not the first time Dante acted the way he did. However, she's not naïve. She knows he hates when Nero calls, but he said he could care less. She knows now not to take whatever he says to heart.

"Overreacting…that's funny" was Dante's response. He dropped the towel from his waist. She turned her head from him. He turned his head at the right time to see her. Noticing that, he cocked his head to the side in amusement. "You've seen me before, yet you turn away,"

"I have my reasons."

His eyes traveled around her curves with ease, then licked his lips before turning back around. "Well…this conversation is over," he said putting on his boxer briefs. "Get some sleep why don't ya. You look a mess" She ignored his insult because she realized it. There was a long pause. "I didn't mean to hurt you…alternatively, anyone" her voice lowered incredibly in the last part. His eyebrows squeezed together when she said that. He turned to her, and she lowered her eyes back to her hands as she began to play with her them again. Is she pitying, me?

"You're not hurting me" he chuckled while walking to her. Noticing that look in his eyes, she tried to scurry away. Just as she was passing him, Dante caught her with one arm, pulling Kyrie from behind to his chest. Because of their height difference, she slightly dangled from his arm, until he leaned forward. He took steady breaths Inhaling her scent.

Unable to break free from his grasp, she gives in, which wasn't a surprise to the half demon. She has given in easier, lately. "Why don't you make it up to me; Because I'm in so much… pain," he said on her neck. He grabbed her hand, and she gasps where he put her hand. "It's where my pain is at" she quickly moved her hand away. He groaned in protest but decided against "I'm going to get you pregnant, today" his fingers grazing her soft stomach.

"Why, do you do this to me?" She asked staring at a certain part of the floor. "This is what people do when they love each other," he said in her ear while undoing her white robe. "Just like last night" he whispered, letting the white robe drop on the floor. "-And the night before" he started kissing her neck and shoulders hungrily, while also keeping his grip on her body obsessively. "I thought you were leaving."

"It can wait" I need you, idiot

"Dante" Kyrie started. She tried moving away again. "What is it, Kitty?" Dante breathed out before descending to her underwear. Hesitantly she said

"I still love Nero" Immediately she felt her insides get invaded by two of Dante's thick fingers. She involuntarily moans his name when he starts pumping slowly into her after his insertion. "stop" she said to cover up her moan "-and I hate you, Kitty" he told her huskily after licking her face in one exaggerated motion. "Please" her legs began weakening, so was her resolve.

"I can't deny how good you taste. I can't tell you that enough" Dante said craving more of her. Kyrie feels sick that she's enjoying everything the son of Sparda is doing to her. It's my body, not me. That's why I groaned when his fingers left me. Unlike Dante, she can't hide her feelings to well. Minutes later, Dante picks her up over his shoulders carefully, only to put her on his bed gracefully as he joins her on it.

He released his member from his restraints. Kneeling between her legs, he says "I hate you, Kyrie." He kept her still while positioning himself for her entrance. She closed her eye, seeming like forever. She opened her eyes to see him stare in amusement. "Whom are we trying to fool?" her eyes widened when he said it. Every part of him wanted and been wanted her, it freaked him out secretly at first, but now he embraces it.

"I know you," he says roughly while slowly pushing into her. She groans out, and it turned quiet but dragged on a moan in her throat. "Outside" Dante huffed. "And in" he murmured lustfully near her ear, after pushing the rest of his member inside with one fluid sweep, earning him an uncontained moan from Kyrie. Hearing her moans are like music to his unholy ears. This fueled him to get a pace going quickly, "Your ass is mine" he said through gritted teeth.

Dante, again, gets rewarded with more of the songstress sounds of pleasure. "This is wrong. T-this has always been." Kyrie tries to say. Hearing that, he hoisted her up on his lap. He then spreads her legs over his waist and continues thrusting upwards before roughly replying "Then tell me to stop." He begins thrusting deeper and with more force. "Can't you see-"

"Say it" He starts again "Say 'stop, I don't want this' and I will," the half-demon tells her in a slightly labored voice. Staring up at her.

"You can't say it. You're sucking me in." Dante says chuckling lightly. "S-stop" she tries to say. "Stop what?" he asked bringing his mouth to her breast. Dante hugged her hips tighter; Hoping she won't say it. "Stop, making me feel dirty," she says in a breaking voice. She rested her head on the crook of his, only to be nudged back up "You don't know what dirty is."

"I don't feel clean anymore."

Dante shook his head before sucking in air. He said in an almost angered voice. "Dirty isn't the first thing I think of… when I think of you" He pushed back into her tender core, causing her to cry out.

"Ah, I like it when you-" he was interrupted by her tears hitting his face. She was probably crying long before he noticed. He pulls her into his chest. His mind wasn't all the way there when he heard her cry. His face unreadable, he slowly moved on top of Kyrie, with himself still inserted into her. "I got you," he told her while wiping the tears from her face. "You all right?" he held the sheets as he kept pumping inside Kyrie. He can't control what's already started.

"Don't ask."

"Well, I'm sorry."

"I don't want your sorry!" she started sobbing. Bringing her hands to her eyes quickly," Calm down would ya" he offered a chuckle. She stared into his eyes the second time.

"You ask me if I'm all right, while you're between your legs." He roamed her face. Dead serious. He didn't seem fazed at all, and because of that, she rolls her head away in silent frustration before pulling his head onto her shoulder. Eyes were revealing the lack of strength and patients. How quickly her sorrow collapsed into numbness. "You're not thinking clearly- "

"Or maybe this is all you wanted from the start" she stated it with dullness he didn't much appreciate. As he started thrusting wildly, he replies with grunts "Damn right" he said only to hurt her. He winced when he said it

She calmed herself before she wrapped her arms around his neck. He continued relentlessly in her. He wrapped his arms completely around her, and he rested his face between her breast. His movements were now becoming incessant.

She then grabbed on his hair as he began pushing into her in a quicker, desperate pace while continuing to say 'I got you' until he started feeling the glorious pressure build. The sounds of her moans and his grunts fill the room. His towering figure was nearly hiding her whole. Hearing the springs protest. The sounds of their hips connecting at a fast pace, only encouraging him to fuck her harder. The sounds she thought she would share with Nero. The sounds they'll never forget. It was like a haunted melody that she shamefully couldn't get enough of.

Kyrie bit her lips hard to keep from moaning as she climaxed. However, it leaked from her lips. She tightened around him, causing him to follow right after with one hard thrust and filled her with as much as possible. After a minutes or so, Dante rolls over, with the songstress in his arms. Still dug inside her. He found out early on why someone would risk everything for her.

He finally pulls himself out Kyrie. Silence and a pound of guilt settled; Something he knew all too well. "I'm not going to force you to stop talking to that kid," he told her suddenly. "but" she murmured, causing him to look at her. "Look at me." When she didn't, he grabs her chin firmly, almost painfully. Her brown eyes met his blue ones. "I want to make, whatever this is, work between us. If you keep looking in the past, it's only going to be harder for you." He says rubbing his thumb on her face.

"Don't… tell me anything about the kid that practically left you on my doorstep. Let it go." He said "He didn't leave me…" getting annoyed, he exhaled before speaking again. "Stay in my room from now on. Our room. You'll give me whiplash with all that moving you do." he slightly narrowed his eyes at her. "Don't look at me like that." she said suddenly tucking head under his chin." Can't we be good friends." Her comment was hinted with a smile. "Too late for that, don't you think?"

"I'm just joking. See, I can- "

"You love me."

His smile seemed genuine. He sat up, making Kyrie almost desperately grab onto his shoulders. When they both noticed, she quickly pulled away. "You got to go."

He tilted her chin up gently; His lips glided over her jaw. As soon as his hand left her, she laid her head on his bare chest. He stroked her head absentmindedly.

"I love you too," he told the songstress daydreamingly.

Dante looked at her, looking at her carefully. "Those eyes…" she heard him murmur before getting shifted under him and filled once again. She let him even on the brink of sleep.

"So damn beautiful."

Thanks for reading. I know you guys and gals don't see a Dante and Kyrie fanfiction often, but again, it's kind of hard to connect them. They have some contradicting personalities and Nero of course. However, I like the challenge. R&R is my booster.