Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own any of the Devil May Cry characters in this fiction, if I did, Kyrie would have died in the first ten minutes of the game, very brutally and with lots of blood, Dante and Nero would be together...and Vergil would be shirtless in the third game...and Arkham would wear a frilly princess dress for my entertainment.
Rated Mature for Blood, Gore, Language, Angst, Future Hot Man Sex, Hurting Nero, and other things still forming in my mind.
Enjoy~!
Chapter One: Symphony of Coal and Brimstone
The dark sky poured down on him heavily, smearing the red spray that had coated the right side of his face, a similar color painting the denim of his jeans on his right hip and down to his mid thigh. The streetlights desperately tried to illuminate the night sky but the pitch darkness swallowed them easily until only the shine equal to a candle's flame flickered in the distance. It was silent save for the violent rain hitting the stone surface of the road, the smooth coolness of the earth tones feeling nice on his aching back as he panted the cold air into his starved lungs.
Each time he would attempt to even sit up, he would be tossed harshly against the ground again, hearing something inside him snap at each violent collision with solid ground. And with each throw, he was taken farther and farther from the house. The house who's walls were now painted with crimson from her blood, drawn from the demon that had come for him.
It was his fault. If he had not left the devil hunting office for a week to visit Kyrie again, she would be still alive and he might have been able to fight off the demon without worrying about the loss of her life.
The pouring rain made a excellent symphony to his pained scream, the demon having enough of his stillness and stomping its flame heated foot onto his bleeding lower stomach. It let a low rumble leave its hide covered throat that might have been a chuckle, leaning a bit more of its weight onto the tender flesh and threatening to crush the part demon with the thick claws on the foot that was large enough to cover the young man's hips entirely.
The warm heat sunk into his jeans quickly and seared the skin underneath as he bared his teeth to the fire demon, staring furiously into the small orange eyes of the blood covered devil. Small streams of steam floated into the cold air above as the harsh drops of water falling from the nearly black sky dissipated before they could touch the rough dark red hide, a fanged mouth curling up in sadistic glee as its razor sharp tail flicked dangerously close to cutting his shins. The young devil hunter grunted and shut his eyes in pain as the weight on the thick claws digging into his hips increased before the demon took of its foot and stood straight on its two legs, flexing its claws that were longer and thicker than the young man's forearms but still sharp enough to cut through flesh like paper.
"Puny half-breed..." The demon growled in an amused ascent of a language long dead, part of its speech still stuck in the language as it studied the silver haired slayer with its blazing eyes, letting out the odd chuckle again. "To think, something as small as you could permeate such a scent throughout this island. What a pathetic untoff." It snorted as if it had made a joke, the steam from its bull like nostrils escaping into the night air as the young slayer grunted and attempted to sit up.
"You don't smell too good yourself. Unless shit and blood is the new cologne in the demon world, I doubt I smell the worst right now. And I don't know what you just called me, but it's still pissing me off!" Nero winced as he pulled himself into a sitting position, feeling the cold air nip at his bare arms and wishing that the demon had attacked at any other time than when he was getting ready to crawl into bed.
Nero bit his bottom lip sharply to stop the cry of pain from leaving his lips as the demon stomped onto his chest roughly, forcing him to lie flat on his back on the ground once more. The sharp claws of the heavy foot nicked the side of his neck until a steady stream of blood was running down the side, pooling against his collarbone and the rain soaked stone underneath him. He reached up and gripped one of the claws that was close to stabbing through his throat with his devil bringer, the light glow of the softly pulsing blue flesh slowly weakening from the loss of blood and exhaustion of being toyed with as the large devil's prey.
"Such a feisty little half-breed." The rumble of a chuckle echoed around the vacant streets, the burning orange of the devil's eyes lighting up before it lifted one of the claws digging into the flesh of the young hunter's neck slightly to observe the visible teeth and fang marks on the crook of his bleeding neck. "Hmm? Emitting such a smell when your mate is not even here? Such marks do not match that puny human female...Where is your mate, untoff?"
Nero tightened his grip on the sharp claw slowly pressing into his throat, too occupied in gasping in gulps of air into his crushed lungs to reply to the amused red demon above him. The heat coming off of the claws was strong enough to burn his skin to a irritated red, the high temperature even hurting the ribbed skin of his devil bringer as he attempted to dig the blue talons into the armored foot crushing him.
His mate was coming that night to bring him home, the older man calling the house just before he was going to sleep. Kyrie had entered the spare room and handed him the phone with one of her small smiles, telling him that it was Dante and adding that she hoped that a demon had not popped up nearby. Nero felt guilty for the hundredth time during his visit as he told her not to worry, knowing that Kyrie still thought of Dante as just his business partner. He had never gotten around to telling her about how the mere friendship had grown into mating with the older man and being bound to the demonic equivalent of marriage to Dante.
When he answered the phone with a simple 'hey', Dante nearly purred into his ear at the sound of his voice, making a shiver run down his spine as he told him he was only an hour away on a ferry. The elder had missed him too much to wait until the morning, his inner demon having driven him up the wall and back down it in boredom from being away from its mate for too long. Nero sighed as the older hunter convinced him in a slightly husky voice to let him see him and could only agree to letting the elder hunter stay in Kyrie's house for the night, meaning to leave together for the devil hunting office in the morning. He had stayed up waiting for Dante to arrive while his adoptive sister said goodnight, heading to bed with a pleasant smile on her face as the young hunter blushed from embarrassment.
He knew that the elder hunter would let her know of their situation quickly, most likely when Dante would pounce on him after opening the door and probably fuck him through the gray carpet of the living room without so much as closing the front door. He stared at said carpet as he sat on the couch, fidgeting slightly as he realized that he would not be able to hold off much longer on telling the redheaded songstress about his relationship.
About how he was in love with Dante.
It took him a few minutes to build up the courage, willing to face several Blitz demons at once rather than tell Kyrie about what had happened between him and Dante. He was worried that she would not accept it, worried that she would not accept him even when she would disapprove with that same small worried smile she used whenever Dante called. He pushed past it though as he left the living room, hell bent on telling her.
Not ten minutes later did the young man find himself face to face with the very demon standing over him now, on all fours in the young woman's bedroom with Kyrie under its sharp claws. He had made the mistake of taking off his weapons and leaving them in the spare bedroom while he had been getting ready for bed, not thinking that he would need them in the small house in the center of Fortuna.
He was wrong.
Nero did not have enough time to even scream out Kyrie's name before he had been thrown out the second story window by the claws that had already slashed through the redheaded songstress, weaponless and already bleeding from the ruthless demon's blood crazed attacks.
"Perhaps I should get rid of that annoying smell before I kill you. Your mate would not mind if he found your bloody entrails ravaged before they grew cold." The demon chuckled darkly, a low growl adding to the threatening sound as the demon lifted its foot off the ex-order member to wrap its bloody claws none to gently around his chest. It lifted him sharply off the ground, bringing him close enough to the devil's face that Nero could smell the thick odor of charcoal and brimstone flaring from the demon's nostrils and see the small black horn protruding from its forehead. "You are a pretty half-breed despite how weak and disgusting your blood is. It would be a shame to waste you..." The red claw connected to the demon's thumb carefully lifted from Nero's chest to scrape across the young man's cheek, cutting a straight line into the pale flesh and making Nero wince as the blood already smeared across his face mixed with his own.
Nero's eyes widened from more than the painful claws pressing against his ribs through his navy undershirt, suddenly realizing what the demon meant by not wasting him. He regretted coming back to Fortuna at all now, not understanding what the demon meant by his smell but he was sure that it would not have been a problem had he stayed at Devil May Cry. He hoped to hell Dante was hurrying into Fortuna and not lazily walking along the docks to enjoy the night. If he did not hurry, Dante might be arriving to Nero being raped by a demon that was nearly four feet taller than him!
"Oh fuck no! Let go of me, you son of a-!" Nero was caught off as the demon swiftly slammed him into a nearby building, the brick forcing a sickening crack from the back of Nero's skull before darkness swallowed his vision. All he could see was the fanged smirk the demon had on its twisted face as he felt something other than the rain drip down the back of his neck. His eyes fell shut without his consent, feeling the devil carry his body away from the wreckage that used to be Kyrie's home and towards its nest.
Dante rested his arms on the railing of the last ferry of the day, the metal cold from the winter air still lingering even with spring well on its way. The sea's waves sloshed against the side of the large boat, the rain pouring into the salt water as the devil hunter stared off into the horizon where the ocean bled into the night sky. He waited, eager to see the small island of Fortuna fade into sight even when he was being drenched by the malevolent clouds overhead. He could have waited inside the small closed off area inside the ship for the aged captain to tell him they had arrived but his inner devil kept him too restless to sit still for a moment more without Nero by his side.
A smile broke across his focused face as the small shape of Port Caerula slowly appeared in the distance, only a few minutes away now. He fidgeted slightly, wondering if it would be faster to jump off the side of the ship and swim into the harbor rather than just stand there and waste time waiting for the old man steering the ferry to dock. His demon half growled in annoyance as Dante waited, not understanding why he did not dive into the stormy waves and hasten the trip to seeing their mate again. The devil slayer only chuckled softly at himself, knowing that he had missed the little punk a lot and that his other half was not going to allow Nero to leave his side again for a long time after they were reunited.
It took several minutes longer than what Dante had hoped for the ferry to dock safely in the port, the old man tipping his naval hat when he saw him waiting out in the rain, still tapping the metal railing impatiently. Dante gave him a mock salute as the old man waved him off, shoving his hands into the pockets of his red pants and trying to keep himself from sprinting in excitement to the young songstress' house. He was only a few blocks away from the small cream colored home, only a few blocks away from where he was sure Nero was sitting and waiting for him to arrive. Dante could not wait to have him in his arms again, wanting to bury his face into the silky silver hair scented like cherry shampoo and possibly renew the mate mark on the younger man's neck that he knew would be slightly faded by now.
He stopped suddenly as a scent washed over him after opening the doors leading from the port and into the streets, freezing in place as he felt his devil side rear up violently. The handle of the door protested as his grip on it tightened, the scent of Nero flooding his senses as he took a deep breath of the cold air. The heavy scent smelt like mint with a sugary bite to the end of each breath of it, all resting under the thick cloud of demonic hormones that made Dante's groin stir in anticipation. Nero was in the demonic male equivalent of heat, most likely unaware of it yet since the scent of arousal had not mixed into the alluring aroma flooding the streets. Dante heard his inner demon swear to change that as he finally felt his legs move once more, closing the door to the port behind him before closing his eyes and inhaling the arousing scent once more.
His eyes snapped open as he caught a tangy scent underneath it, his eyes widening as he felt panic dig into his chest. That was blood. Nero's blood. And lots of it.