Hey there! This is my first Devil May Cry fic! It is set after all of the games so, I get to make up the rules!

Anyway.

DISCLAIMER - I AM MAKING NO MONEY FROM THE WRITING OF THIS FIC. ALL CHARACTERS BAR ONE (MENTIONED LATER) BELONG TO CAPCOM!

Warnings - Hentai, yaoi, bad language, violence, itsy bit of angst!

Hope it's not too rusty!

Second chapter is half way written!

Enjoy

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1.

Beginnings

For several weeks now he had felt an uneasiness stirring inside his body. He felt as though he was beginning to lose a part of himself. The colour in his mutated demonic arm, a usual bright effervescent luminous blue was slowly darkening, deeper hues of the colour creeping from the tips of serrated, clawed fingers up to his elbow.

No longer did the appendage pulse and glow erratically when a demon appeared. His Devil Bringer was gradually losing power. Grappling from rooftop to rooftop was proving more of a task when he couldn't quite jump the distance. More than once, his grappling Devil Bringer had failed on him mid leap, sending him falling sometimes hundreds of feet towards unforgiving ground, splintering a few bones each time.

His power to heal was also waning. True enough, he was a born demon but, his body healed at a slower pace than it should be. Cuts and scrapes healed within seconds but deeper lacerations and broken bones took longer, leaving him bedridden for days at a time when he should be fully healed within 24hours.

Even now, lying wide awake, peering out of his bedroom window, the snow haired youth felt unease crawl through his body. His arm throbbed painfully as it lay draped over the waist of his young bride. Tearing his steely stare from the window, Nero stole a glance at the slumbering Kyrie. Her auburn hair pooled round her naked shoulders, falling over her face, covering her eyes and shifting in the slight breeze from the open window. Pale blue eyes took in the sleeping face of the young woman. Her beauty was so natural, clean and pure. Long eyelashes fluttered against high cheekbones. Nero wondered what she dreamed of. Were her slumbering journeys peaceful and joyful? Or were they like his, plagued with blood and death? Full of faces whom he had never met.

Letting his lax hold fall from Kyrie's bare waist, Nero pulled himself up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he rubbed his eyes sleepily. Not that he was tired, just his eyes. Pulling low slung black jeans on over his naked bottom half, the youth slowly crept away from his partner. He dare not disturb her dreams.

Wandering down the stairs, Nero thought back to the whirlwind 18months that they had lived since Fortuna fell to the power of the Savior. The fake and stolen power of Sparda which had tried to kill them all. Had it not been for the Devil Hunter Dante, Nero and Kyrie would not be here today. He had only seen the older male once since then. Both Dante, Trish, or Gloria as Nero knew her as and their other friend Lady had witnessed him and Kyrie getting married. A swift decision on the two youths parts but one that felt right. With the reconstruction of Fortuna moving along swiftly, Nero had plucked up the courage to ask the pretty young woman to be his wife. She agreed in a second. Neither of them wanted a grand fuss of a wedding, just a small gathering of a few select individuals to witness them vowing to spend their lives together and so, Dante, Trish and Lady were asked.

Nero sluggishly slumped his body against a worktop in the kitchen. He dare not tell Kyrie of the pain and suffering he felt. She was in no condition to spend her hours worrying herself sick about him. He knew her too well, she would fret and worry if she knew he wasn't his usual self. Smiling slightly at the thought of their recent news, Nero remembered the dead faint his young bride fell into. Only three weeks ago, it was confirmed that the auburn haired woman was just over a month pregnant. Shock had struck Nero like lightning but he swiftly recovered. Kyrie on the other hand, she remained stonily silent. Her face never flinched. No words escaped her lips before she passed out, right into Nero's waiting arms.

The snow haired male worried that their unborn child would develop the same infirmities as him. He worried about the passing on of his demonic arm, the unnatural colour of his hair, the pale as ice blue of his eyes, the ability to devil trigger, everything. With Kyrie two months along already, time was rapidly progressing, leaving Nero behind with his worries.

A slight pulling feeling from his right arm told Nero that something was amiss. Something was coming. Metal rattling off of metal rang through Nero's skull like a jackhammer. Whipping his head round to the far wall in the opposite room, he gasped at the blue hue of Yamato as it rattled, as if trying to free itself from the hooks keeping it pinned to the wall.

Nero took a few tentative steps forwards into the other room. With the grace of a feline, Nero silently stepped over to the case holding Red Queen. Removing the sword from it's home, the snow haired youth moved to the front door of the house. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as a below freezing chill dragged itself up his spine. He knew this demonic power. He had felt it before….from his arm and one other person. Glancing down at his right arm, the dulled blue pulsed very faintly, too faint for the naked human eye to see.

"Nero? What's wrong?" Came Kyrie's voice from the bottom of the stairs.

She had woken to find the bed empty, sheets cold. She had woken up shivering, goose bumps sweeping across her naked skin like a rash. Pulling on her nightgown, the young woman made her way down the stairs, stomach churning inside of her as her breath came out in white wisps of icy cold.

"Kyrie….go back upstairs. Stay away."

Ignoring her young husband, Kyrie stepped forwards to stand by him. The feeling against her chest, a crushing breath stealing feeling was weighing her down. She hadn't felt dread like this since she had been absorbed into the Savior. Such cold demonic energy could crush a person.

Nero slowly pulled Kyrie away from the door, backing them up against the wall. Out of the corner of his eye, the youth both seen and heard Yamato struggling furiously against it's restraints. Something or someone was calling it. Beckoning the beautiful but deadly blade into his or her hands.

"Nero, what is this? I'm freezing."

Tensing his grip on the hilt of Red Queen, Nero swiftly revved the blade up. Whoever was coming through the door was going to get their head sliced clean off.

The wind picked up outside as footsteps closed in. Kyrie placed her hands over her stomach as she edged her way behind Nero. Before either of them could blink, the door flew open, creaking from it's hinges. An outstretched, fingerless gloved hand beckoned to something to come closer. Yamato almost hummed as it finally broke free from it's restraints, flying into the hand of the intruder.

Nero squinted his eyes, trying to make out a face to the coat covered arm.

"I thank you for keeping her for me boy." A youthful sounding voice echoed through the small room. "She has yearned for my touch."

Nero pushed Kyrie away from him as he took a step towards the male in the shadows. Resting Red Queen atop his bare shoulder, Nero took nervous but sure steps towards the male.

"Hah, hiding in the shadows like some kind of coward. Come out you jackass."

A small smirk whispered it's way around the room as the male stepped forwards, coat billowing round his ankles. Leather clinging tightly onto his slim body. Silver white hair mainly spiked but with a few loose strands falling over the other males piercing ice blue eyes. Gun cocked and pointed at Nero's head.

Nero back-pedalled, eyes wide, throat constricted.

"….Dante?"

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Oh dear! Is it really Dante? Find out in the next chapter....maybe hehehehehe

Anyway, drop me a line, tell me what you think.

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