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, Language, Angst, Future Hot Man Sex, Rape (Nero so wanted it. It's his own fault for walking around in just boxers...), Hurting Nero, and Secrets that I will not reveal yet.
Chapter Four: Reflective Qualities
Nero opened his eyes only when the coolness of the mirror had completely vanished, leaving behind an odd feeling of something covering his skin besides the sickly slime from the cavern. He took a few cautious steps into the small circular room that opened up before him, his every step echoing loudly and leaving wet footprints on the marble floor. Mirrors separated by two large marble columns surrounded him, the arch ways around them decorated in letters of a language Nero did not know. A single golden statue sat at one end of the room and a blue tombstone covered with the same demonic writing sat on the opposite side, giving no sign of another exit besides the mirror.
The young hunter sighed, wishing that there was some way to get back to the Devil May Cry office quickly without traveling through hordes of demons and strange areas. He had a score to settle with that rabbit demon and he really did not feel like battling through hell after only a few short hours of sleep. His lungs were beginning to ache from the unnaturally thick air and exhaustion was slowly starting to set in his bones from moving through the gravity that seemed to increase the longer he was there. Nero walked to the center of the round room, stopping to look for another exit again and unknowingly standing upon the eight point star design in the center of the room. He gasped as the three golden candle lit chandeliers embedded in the tall ceiling started to swing violently, the mirrors surrounding him rippling like water as the very floor started to shake like an earthquake.
"What the hell is wrong with this place?" Nero said angrily, grabbing onto one of the columns with his human hand in an attempt to steady himself. He winced as the marble pressed against the still healing cut on his palm, his left leg collapsing under him shortly after the shaking stopped. The ex-order member glanced down at the back of his knee to see that his body was struggling to heal the deep wound, a thin stream of dark blood trickling down his shin and onto the smooth floor. "Damn demons..." He breathed, adjusting himself so he was sitting between two of the mirrors.
His eyelids were growing heavy against his will. The lack of sleep due to the two devil hunters antics before bed matched with his nightmare and being forcefully shoved into the demon world were wearing on him, not that he would ever admit it out loud. Nero groaned lightly, applying pressure on the back of his bleeding knee while he let himself close his eyes. He found himself wishing that Dante was there, trying to reason with himself that he only wanted someone to protect him from the demons while he slept. The young man opened his eyes a sliver, thinking over what came to mind before the demonic rabbit had broken the kitchen window.
He and Dante had sex, probably more often than most humans and demons combined, but never once did they mutter any words of true affection when they were together. The older hunter took care of him and they had even gone out on what could be considered a few 'dates' but Nero could not tell if they were really together or just close friends. He did not know where the line could be drawn between the two forms of their relationship. He shook his head and shut his eyes tightly. It was not like he really cared or anything. He merely wanted to know where exactly they stood in each others' hearts. Nero shook his head again, almost hurting his neck from how violently he did it.
"I don't care. I'm not ruining what we have over getting a little too attached to that bastard. I'm going to kick his ass for confusing me so much when I get back...If I get back..." Nero trailed off as he was reminded of his current situation, opening his dark blue eyes and looking around the small room again. The mirror he had used to get in was gone now, disappearing during the time he had closed his eyes for a moment and leaving him trapped inside the mirror covered room. "Guess I have no choice but to stick around here, huh? I doubt this can get any worse..."
Nero pulled his knees up and set his arms on top of them, resting his chin lightly on his arms. He sighed, about to close his eyes again when he caught the sight of slight movement in the corner of his eye. The young hunter lifted his head only to see his own reflection in the mirror, copying his every move. He let out a small laugh and shook his head.
"Man, this place is starting to make me paranoid. Maybe I should work on being a bit more naive. I wouldn't be so jumpy if I didn't know this place was teeming with so many damn demons." Nero rested his head on top of his folded arms again, closing his eyes and letting a yawn slip. "I hate that everything always happens to me. I wish something would happen to Dante once in a while. I'm starting to feel like some pathetic damsel in distress." He groaned lightly, hating the thought of becoming something so pitiful. "Stupid old man..."
"Stupid old man..."
Nero's head snapped up when his last words where repeated by a voice that sounded similar to his own. He glanced around the round room again, seeing nothing but the mirrors and his own reflections. The young slayer hesitated, wondering if he had just heard an echo or if he was so sleepy he was hearing things now. He waited a moment before forcing himself to stand, still expecting a demon to jump out at him at any second.
"I hate this place..."
"I hate this place."
The younger man's eyes met his reflection's in the mirror opposite him, managing to catch the mirror's image speaking a few seconds after he had. The image stared at him, the eyes noticeably changing to a dark red color. Nero raised a silver eyebrow in confusion, swallowing nervously when his reflection smirked menacingly in response.
"Okay, I'm no expert but I doubt mirrors are suppose to do that." He took a step back, getting ready to fight again if he had to. Nero gasped when he suddenly felt arms wrap around his waist from behind him. He glanced over his shoulder to see another one of his reflections but it was no longer held within the mirror. "Shit. Let go of me!" The young man yelled, slamming his elbow into his reflection's stomach.
Nero grunted as the air was knocked out of his lungs, shutting his eyes tightly as it felt like something had just punched him in the stomach. He brushed it off, ignoring it and shoving his reflection away from him quickly. The ex-order member glanced around, glaring at the mirrors as eight images of himself stepped out of their smooth surfaces. One of them walked towards him as if he was no threat, making Nero narrow his eyes into a glare at the cocky reflection.
"Think you can take me just because you look like me? Think again, jackass." The young hunter lunged forward, leaping into the air and kicking the mirror image in the face. His reflection fell to the ground roughly, bleeding from its lip but Nero did not have time to celebrate. The young man found himself lying on the ground, a high pitched ringing in his ears as the back of his head throbbed and blood poured out of a cut on his lip. So did not imagine the pain in his stomach.
"Fuck! How the hell am I suppose to fight these guys?" Nero put a hand to his mouth as he sat up, checking how bad he was bleeding while he eyed his eight selves. The one he had kicked was already back on its feet, any sign that it had been hit already gone. The hunter opened his mouth to taunt the images of himself but was stopped when he felt hands grab his arms, forcing him onto the ground and yanking them above his head.
Nero struggled against the hold, looking up to see that two of his reflections had somehow moved behind him and were now pinning him to the marble floor. The cool surface against his bare back brought the first time Dante had molested him to the forefront of his mind despite his current situation. He blushed as he felt more hands grab onto his legs and attempt to restrain them as well. The young slayer broke one free from the human hand of his images, kicking the nearest face and feeling his own cheek sting afterward. He ignored it and struggled harder, his reflections managing to pin him down completely.
"What the hell are you-?" Nero gasped when he felt the pair of silk boxers torn from his body, leaving him naked in front of the eight demons that had taken his form. The young man did not like the way the demons were staring at him with their lustful red eyes. They're not going to-! Oh fuck, no! "Get the fuck off of me!"
He thrashed against the tight grip the demons had on his limbs as his reflections forced his legs open, one of them lying between them as another captured his lips in a bruising kiss. Nero bit at the tongue that forced its way into his mouth, wishing he had not as the demon's tongue healed almost instantly yet his own started to fill his mouth with blood. He was forced to drink the blood or choke on it, the demon holding his chin in an iron-like grip and refusing to let him break the kiss.
Nero growled in the back of his throat when he felt hands on his torso, a few dipping lower than he wanted. He panted, still struggling against the demons' pinning him down as well as to get enough air while one of his reflections practically suffocated him with its seemly endless kiss. As much as he wanted to deny it, he was getting aroused from the rough touches, hating his demon side for reacting to even the slightest stimulation. Nero recoiled when he felt a hand wrap around his cock, stroking it once before he felt a mouth tentatively lick the tip before enveloping it and sucking on it. The young man gasped through the kiss as he felt a sharp bite on his left nipple, feeling a warm liquid that he suspected as blood running down his chest. He hissed in pain as it was licked up, moaning when a tongue lapped at the underside of his erection after.
Damn it! Let me go, you fucking bastards! Only one person is allowed to fucking touch me! Nero yelled inside his mind, digging the claws of his devil bringer into the arm holding it down and trying to bite the lips on his again. He ignored the mirrored pain as he hurt the demons. The tears of frustration building in his tightly shut eyes threatened to fall as he continued to struggle against his reflections. The young hunter ripped his head out of one of his image's hand, gasping for breath and ignoring the pain in his jaw.
"Get your ass over here before I swear never to fuck you again, Dante!" Nero screamed, gasping for more air as he opened his eyes and searched the room through the mass of demons. He really wished that the older devil hunter would march in as if he was waiting for his cue, say a few of his cocky remarks, kick the demons' asses, and save him yet again. One of the tears that he desperately tried to hold back fell down his cheek as nothing changed in the room. The demon who had kissed him grabbed hold of his chin again, the grip tight enough to make his jaw ache in protest. "Dante!" Nero screamed again before his mouth was claimed again, his struggles starting to lose the strength and energy behind them.