A/N: The promptness continues. Sorry for slow updates,reality is a bitch! Another Nero-centric fic, this time his meeting with Trish *wink*. {NOT Gloria} Just barely pre-DMC4. NOTICE: There is a LEMON/slight OOC in the area, proceed with caution.

Nero watched the moon rise slowly into the sky as the night began. His eyes were sleepily closed, and he rested atop the chapel in Fortuna. The Red Queen lay silently beside him, and he touched it with his good arm. A chill ran through him as he thought of the beings he had dealt with outside the castle gates, the silent and ferocious Frosts that had ambushed him away from the site. Demons had been seen close to the castle lately, and now Nero's right arm was infected with some sort of demonic aura.

A sudden breeze made the young man look up interestedly, to see the shadow of what appeared to be a long-haired female. He disregarded it and continued in his solemn thoughts, though not without interruption by the slender figure, who appeared before him.

"Gah!" Nero gasped, seeing the woman materialize close by with a smirk. Her golden hair reached at least her hips, which were covered with a thin black leather that made them all the more appealing to the hormonal teenager. He swallowed. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"You're Nero,right?" the woman asked, twirling a silver handgun in the air. "The one with the beat up arm?" Nero clutched his sore right hand.

"How do you know about it?"

"Doesn't matter," the woman replied, pulling out some cigarettes and an onyx lighter. Nero looked her over, watching her sharp curves move with every action she performed. "Like what you see?" The woman smiled and gave a small giggle at Nero's prying eyes. The boy blushed and looked down with a grunt.

"Yeah. I'm Nero," he said. "whaddo you want?"

"You are aware that you're in possession of something very precious." the woman told him, smoking gently. Nero growled.

"Like what?"

"A sword." she winked at him. Nero blushed again and turned away from her. "The Yamato; a certain friend of mine needs it back."

"Yamato,huh?" Nero sighed boredly. "You mean the katana thing, right? Blue? Yeah, I got it." The woman's eyes lit up.

"Do you have any idea what kind of power that blade holds?" she asked him mildly. Nero snickered and slid up beside her.

"I'd like to find out, if you have time." he whispered. The woman wavered a moment, her control fading quickly.

"Trish,my name's Trish," she breathed, and Nero chuckled, moving his good arm up and down her sides.

"Yeah, I bet."

"The sword...I..."

"You wanna see it?" Nero bit Trish's shoulder with a groan,making her shake with anticipation.

"No..I..." Nero flung the woman down excitedly and quickly moved atop her. Trish gasped in surprise but was willing to let the young man have his way with her. She watched as his bare chest materialized from his coat, and her heart raced.

"Shouldn't be out alone this late,lady," Nero said with a smile. "could get caught up in sumthin' like this, ya know?" he unzipped his pants and quickly shed Trish's as well, making her moan with pleasure. Nero watched the reluctance in her eyes turn to desire as she saw his penis. She panted excitedly as Nero gently scrubbed their bodies together on the cold stone building.

"Nero, god, what..." Trish gasped. The boy was more powerful and handsome than she'd initially realized. His milky hair reminded her of Dante, a thought that slowly relaxed her as he continued to assault her body with his mouth. Nero growled as Trish put her arms around him, gently breathing as the young man nibbled her neck and chest. He gave a grunt and positioned himself over her. Trish gasped as Nero penetrated her, swiftly and without resistance.

"Damn," Nero grunted as he settled. "damn," Trish began moving beneath him until he started thrusting instinctively, and she gave a sharp yelp as he hit her sweet spot.

"Nero!" she cried, making him grunt erotically in reply. She'd no idea why she was copulating with her target. None at all. Other than the fact he was painfully young and exceedingly attractive to her. That seemed good enough reason for her actions. The boy continued jumping above her, until she felt a tightness build up in his muscles from exertion.

"Hey,Trish..." Nero panted. "Gunna, gunna..." Trish silenced him by squeezing his shoulders.

"Do it," she whispered in between an exceptionally powerful thrust. Nero accelerated his frantic advances until he climaxed with a sharp grunt. Trish remained beneath him, continuing to hold his sex within her. Nero shuddered as he relaxed, his body covered lightly in perspiration.

"Still want that sword?"