Disclaimer: I don't own Devil May Cry.
Beautiful Music, Guitar Riffs, Seas in Incarnadine and prettymuch all of my work featuring Nevan barring the yuri can be taken as canon for this fic. I try to keep all my fics except the weird ones in the same ficverse.
I've started a livejournal group for this pairing, dantexnevan! Come join and share the (rare) love of these two. They have so much in common! Going topless, for one thing. There's also one for spardaxeva.
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On the fifth day of training Lady, Dante was starting to get really sick of being shot. If he'd been going at full strength he could have avoided most of them, but he was training Lady to kill things that weren't as good as him.
As he was sorting through his weapons, picking which one to use next he heard a low laugh. Nevan. "Sugar, I didn't think you were that much of a masochist."
"What? I've got to train her somehow." And it wasn't like there was an abundance of moving targets out here. Even with a license you could only shoot so much game.
"According to the boys, you don't like being shot in the head and yet you're volunteering for it, Sugar, when you could have us do it for you."
"Have her fight you guys? You'd do that? I thought you just…" he shrugged.
Nevan appeared. "We're not just weapons, Sugar. We're your liegemen. And woman. Whatever you want, Sugar."
"Thanks. Agni and Rugra?" He picked them up. If anyone was getting shot, he'd prefer it to be them.
"Yes?"
"What is it?"
"Can you be demons and pretend to fight someone? Without actually hurting her?"
"You killed our bodies. Unless there is a spell we cannot make new ones," Rudra told him.
"Huh?" Dante asked Nevan. "You're here."
"I transformed, Sugar. I still have my body." She stretched and turned, showcasing Exhibit A.
And what a body it was. "So that leaves you, Cerberus, and… probably not Beowulf."
"I doubt he'd surrender, Sugar. Want me to cast the spell on them for you?"
"You can do that?"
"Sure, Sugar. I'm not just a pretty face." She winked.
"Thanks."
"You're very welcome, Sugar. I'm all yours now. Anything and everything your little heart desires." She came right up to his face as he said this, and he found himself glancing down.
"Does that include a haircut?" he asked before he realized it.
"What, don't you like long hair?" She twirled, sending it flying. Off her breasts.
Oh yeah. Compared to hers, Lady's were… he shouldn't be thinking of Lady's breasts. She was his trainee, and she was not interested. If he hit on her she would probably leave, and she was only half-trained. She could die out there, and it would all be his fault because he couldn't keep it in his pants.
His very tight pants.
Nevan laughed again. "You've had a long day. Her hands went on his shoulders, massaging slightly. "A bet you've got all sorts of kinks to work out."
Damn, that felt good. He didn't actually get knots, but it still felt good. Kinks, he thought distantly, good one. "Sure that won't be too hard for you?"
"The harder the better. I like a challenge, Sugar," she purred in his ear.
"You should take it easy, you're not exactly a spring chicken."
"What?"
"You're my Dad's age. How did you get hair dye in that tower?" Was that blood?
She slapped him lightly, with a fraction of her strength but enough to make his skin tingle. It felt kinds nice. Not that he had just thought that. "You're so sweet, concerned for my welfate." She pressed up against him. He had on a thin T-shirt, Lady had insisted, and his holster strap was in the way, but damn.
He swallowed, momentarily lost and unable to return the volley.
She was hot. Too hot. Not just in terms of looks. She was creepily beautiful, her skin tone giving a subtle sense of wrongness, like being attracted to a corpse (demon!). Her eyes were gold and red and he was reminded of the hole in the sky that led to hell.
It wasn't just her breasts that were pressed against him, and he could feel himself heating up, separated from heaven in hell by his pants and her bats, which were moving slightly, which didn't help matters.
"So, how about it, Sugar? Want me to make you a proposition?" she breathed in his ear.
"You tried to make me an offer I couldn't refuse before, and look how that turned out.
"We both got more than we had hoped for, Sugar. I have to compliment you on your… skill. You really made my body sing." She winked, slowly. "I'll be nice to you."
"Of course you will." Was she offering just because he was the master now?
He'd had whores after him before. Scared a lot of them off. He had bad luck with the women he actually wanted. Kerry had thrown herself at him and it had taken forever to wear down… but he hadn't dated in… since Vergil had found him. Couldn't let anyone close, they'd die.
But Vergil was gone now, and Lady was… he should just quit hoping.
And she was damn hot, and she was a professional, it would just be out of lust, she'd know that, she was a demon. There wouldn't be anything to it for either of them, just mutual… what?
He made her smile, she liked him. She clearly wanted to eat him all up, which was giving him naughty thoughts. It had really been too damn long. Way too long.
He couldn't help remembering what it had felt like when she sucked hi…s life energy.
She had how many centuries of experience? He couldn't even imagine.
Damn, other guys would kill for an older woman like this.
Too bad she was a demon.
Hot breath in his ear, and was he trembling?
He wanted to throw her down and bite, claw, tear… unbidden, the image of Lady walking in on them came to him. Rutting like an animal.
Humans broke if he let himself loose. Nevan wouldn't break. He could really let it all hang out with her. Sex, damn good sex, no strings, or would there be strings?
She was a demon, he shouldn't get attatched. Was she even capable of love?
He didn't… he wanted someone to love him. He'd given the keys to his heart to Lady even though he'd known she hated demons, hated him. Nevan? Nevan would pretend to love him, give him everything he wanted and oh how he wanted that. But it would all be a lie. He'd get hooked on her, and she would play him like a fish.
Her eyes were intelligent, appraising, she was a predator and young men like him who wanted to get their rocks off were her natural prey. She probably thought getting him would be like shooting fish in a barrel. A red herring in a barrel.
She was damn sexy. Warm and inviting and what could it hurt to just have her once?
She'd make it so good he'd want to do it again, and again. Once he knew what he would be missing out on… he'd never been good at self-denial.
He wouldn't let anything or anyone control him. Not Baldy, not Vergil and not his hormones.
"So, Sugar?" Hot breath wafting through his hair, and he didn't shiver, hips still pressed against hers.
"Sorry." But he couldn't bring himself to back away.
She made a moue of disappointment. "Not very gentlemanly to turn down a lady."
"I'm not that sweet, and you're not the Lady."
"Right, I'm no Lady," and how had she hissed without any Ses? And how was the sound turning him on so bad? Snakes were predators were threatening and he liked the threat here, in range of a killer demon. Lady didn't turn him on this much.
Lady was… pure and perfect. Whore/Madonna syndrome, had someone called someone… something. He'd wanted to go into battle in her name, and for some reason it was right that she was unattainable, even though it broke his heart.
Nevan was attainable. Nevan was the embodiment of attainability, pressed into his arms, and he wanted to embrace her, grind her to him, hiss in her ear, nip at it. Tear those bats off her. Taste her inhuman skin. Just one lick…
If Nevan attacked him now, started sucking him he wouldn't fight, he'd let her do it. It had been so hard to break her hold during the battle, and he'd passed up some openings the rest of the fight to avoid any chance of her getting another chance.
And now he was remembering the fight and the sinful noises she had made… his pants were even tighter now than they had been then.
He really had to push her away, otherwise he was going to give in and then he'd lose.
And miracle of miracles she stepped away, put a finger to his lips (he wanted to take it in his mouth and bite), winked, and said, vastly amused, "The offer stands, Sugar. But don't wait too long. It's not nice to keep a lady waiting."
"You're no lady-in-waiting." And he was no knight. Thank you, mouth, and your autopilot mode, for his brain was off.
She flipped her head and her hair thankfull covered her assets again, the bats creeping up higher until she looked almost decent but still drop-dead-sexy.
He realized he was staring at her gratefully. Why had she stepped back?
"My, you're sweet," she said with a smile, reaching out to tug at his hair.
She would have had him. Did she not really want him? Had she just offered because he was her new lord and she was a succubus? He felt vaguely insulted. Second woman in a row to not be attracted. Come on, wasn't he (inhumanly) gorgeous?
She'd seemed to want him in the fight. Though they'd both known it was a fight from the start. What if he'd lost? His mind supplied graphic images of her having her way with him.
Well, that hadn't helped him calm down. He dared a look down at his pants and winced. If Lady saw that he'd never live it down.
She… liked him? They had the same sense of humor, at least. Did demons like? Agni and Rudra got along great, he and Vergil had… Vergil had loved power more than him. But if they hadn't been separated, or if Dante had recognized him, maybe he could have saved him.
Too late for that. Would he ever see him again?
Okay, Nevan was clearly checking him out, looking regretful. His pride was assuaged. He still had it.
"So, sugar, about the spell? We can't have you getting banged up."
"If you're worried about my handsome face, I don't scar." Duh, she knew that, she was a demon.
"Still, Sugar, you should take better care of yourself. If you let me, I'll take very good care of you." Another slow wink.
"Don't tempt me." Why wasn't she tempting him more? He could order her to stop and never mention it again.
"Sure, Sugar. Now, about that spell?"
"Yeah, right." They had been talking about a spell, before…
"If you have any questions just let little old Nevan answer them for you, Sugar. I know all about the facts of life."
"I bet you're very experienced." Brain to smart-mouth: disengage autopilot, you are causing impure thoughts! Very, very damn impure.
No, pure. Pure sex. She was pure sex. And violence.
Violence was what he lived for now. And sex? That would be nice. Love would be nice… but he wasn't getting either. He'd wondered if he'd ever meet anyone like Mom, but Lady wasn't interested.
Maybe he should ask Nevan if she had tips for getting Lady interested? She'd probably make some smart remark. That was kinds wrong, getting some chick who liked you to help you seduce somebody else. And Lady… was figuring out her life. He would just have to get used to the fact that he wasn't always going to be in that life. He could die at any time, for one thing. So could she, for that matter.
Screw it.
Wrong word choice!
Right, spell so Lady wouldn't have to use him for target practice anymore. She was feeling kinds guilty about shooting him, she'd love to shoot demons.
Yeah, good thing Nevan had spoken up.
He wondered what else she knew that would be useful.
Besides 1001 ways to do it, which would not be useful. No, not thinking about that.