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Chapter 8
"It looks like we have an errant bird that's flown out of its cage."
'Jeez that metaphor was cheesy when I was a kid,' Nero thought privately but didn't say. The younger hybrid instead tried to slip out of the older man's grip only for his assailant to tighten his hold and crush his prisoner between his body and the wall.
"Stop struggling," Vergil ordered as he tightened the other arm secured around his prisoner's neck. "You're not going anywhere."
"Man don't you think you have other things to worry about than an escaped prisoner," the boy gritted out. "Like an attack on your home? Don't you think you should be out there fighting the things blowing up your castle and your men instead of picking a fight with me?"
Vergil smirked not that his prisoner could see.
"Your concern is touching, but our personal guards have everything under control. What I'm more worried about is my brother's pet wondering about free."
The young man growled lowly in his throat.
"So what if I was trying to escape," Nero replied. "As I remember it you were against my being here in the first place when your dimwitted brother dragged me in against my will. You of all people then should have no problem seeing me gone and far away from here. That way I'd go home and you can be free of the abomination."
Vergil scoffed.
"That may be so but at this point your absence would be more upsetting than calming," Vergil replied as he leaned closer to the boy and breathed into his ear.
"For you see ever since you've been here Dante has stopped his daily ritual bringing in and mounting every human and demon female within the vicinity, an unbelievable relief for me. Also one of the stipulations of keeping you here had been that he should mind his duties, which he has done ever since he decided to take you in."
Nero could hear the amusement in the older hybrid's voice as he spoke, the other's warm breath tickling his ear and making him even more uncomfortable.
"So as you see my dear your presence has been surprisingly more beneficial for my mentally challenged sibling than detrimental, and it would not do to have you escaping and ruining what could be the simple buffoon's only purpose for rectifying his behavior."
Nero snorted and rolled his eyes.
"So glad I could be of help." He replied sarcastically.
"Oh, but you are," suddenly Nero felt himself flipped around so that his back was to the wall while his front was crushed to the marble hard front of the blue prince. As if that wasn't unsettling enough he also felt a robust thigh slide between his legs.
A hand rose to wrap around his throat again, only this time it was to slowly massage his neck. His discomfort suddenly trebled.
Vergil's voice became low and sonorous.
"You've been…most helpful."
Nero saw the elder leaning close but there was nothing he could do to stop him, he was completely pinned.
Just as their lips were about to meet a great crash interrupted them. Vergil reared back his head and turned to glance at the cloud dust that had formed outside in the garden. He saw the motionless bloodied figure of a dragon rider lying prone on the ground in a pool of blood.
The creature was most certainly dead, but its abrupt entrance had startled the couple, more importantly it had distracted Vergil enough for his captive to feel the blue prince's hold slacken a little.
Not one to let an opportunity to slip by Nero quickly took advantage of the older man's discomposed state to lift up a leg, brace his back against the wall, and then - with all his might - kick the prince in the chest sending his flying backwards. Body free and mobility regained, Nero took off.
The young boy flew out the door and into the garden where he had been headed before his escape had been interrupted. He leapt over the dead carcass of the dragon rider which had fallen in the middle of the path before diving into the lush green garden. He didn't bother to be choosy about a path but took whatever was available.
A sense of déjà vu struck him just as something more concrete and tangible struck him in the back.
The boy faltered and went sprawling into the grass. He rolled over on to his back and tried to lift his Devil Bringer up in an attempt to defend himself when a sharp bloom of pain erupted in his disfigured arm.
He cried out in anguish and craned his head backwards to see Yamato piercing his arm and pinning it to the ground. He turned to look up and saw Vergil looming over him, legs on either side of his hips, and a savage look in his eyes.
The prince grabbed Masamune's handle, which had the boy's arm pinned down, and gave a slight twist.
The younger hybrid screamed. Vergil smiled viciously and knelt down to trap the boy once again.
The sounds of fighting and carnage in the distance had ceased. But neither of the hybrids took much notice of it. Something more substantial was about to take place here.
Vergil let go of the sword's hilt, grabbed his victim's vest in both hands and tore it open.
Nero cried out and tried to stop him with his free hand only to receive a punch in the face for his effort. Dazed he could only lie back as he felt hands wander over his chest, exploring and groping before he felt lips at his throat.
"Delicious…No! Exotic!" the blue bastard said as he mouthed the boy's pulse point. "No wonder my brother was so taken by you.
"But tell me…" he questioned as he moved to sit on the boy's thighs so as to allow his hand to drift down inside the other's pants. "…has he taken you yet?"
The younger hybrid blanched as felt the invasive hand palming him before a finger moved to tease his entrance. He whimpered at the alien sensation of the digit circling his entrance before pushing through.
"Please…" he begged. "Don't!"
Nero was never one to beg, but considering the imminent violation he was about to endure he found himself pleading with the older hybrid to let him go.
For the past few weeks Nero had sat his sessions with Dante always dreading when the red twin would try to force himself upon him and how he was determined to fight back, but as the time had passed the younger prince had made no such attempts – a fact that had greatly relieved Nero – but now it was his brother that was about to take advantage and there was nothing Nero could do to stop him.
"I'm afraid not," Vergil replied as he unbuttoned the boy's pants, pushed his hand back in, and began to finger him more properly.
The boy cried out and tried to dislodge the sword in his arm to escape only for Vergil to grab his free hand and pin it down over his head without stopping his ministrations.
With the younger man firmly secured the blue prince slowly thrust his fingers into the virginal entrance while studying the boy's face. Every agonized movement, every terrified expression that flitted across the boy's beautiful face filled Vergil with sadistic delight. The young hybrid was marvelous and the prince wished to enjoy him more fully than with a simple romp in the garden where they could be discovered and interrupted. This calls for a change of setting.
Suddenly Vergil pulled his hand back and let go.
Nero looked up in confusion and relief to see the elder pull out his sword from his Devil Bringer. But before he could relax the other was reaching down and pulling him up into his arms.
Seeing Nero's relieved expression Vergil laughed lowly.
"Oh, be assured, we are not done."
Nero felt his heart drop. The arm around him not holding Yamato tightened, and the boy found himself being dragged back into the castle.
To Be Continued
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To tell you the truth I haven't the slightest idea how to proceed with any of my Devil May Cry stories and I might drop them completely, sooner or later. So if there's anyone out there who wishes to continue the stories, please tell me and please do.
