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I do not own any Dante, Nero, or any other characters of the Devil May Cry series. These characters are the property of Capcom. I do not garner any profit from this work of fiction, save the personal profit of self-satisfaction.
Nero slid down the back of her bedroom door, blushing furiously.
The old man had seen her practically naked!
She cursed the Faust that had snuck up on her and torn open her clothes. If only those bastards were more noticeable!
Nero rubbed her face in her hands, trying to get all the blood to stop rushing to the surface of her skin.
She failed miserably.
Suddenly remembering that she shouldn't be hiding in her room like a little girl, she instead stripped off her blue overcoat and the ruined hoodie and threw them on her bed. Then she rushed to her dresser and slipped into a new black shirt, not bothering to change her slightly torn bra, or her pants.
She turned towards her door, and scowled as she exited, stomping her boots on her way back down the stairs.
As soon as he had heard her heavy footfalls, Dante had looked up from where he had sat down.
He watched as Nero marched down the stairs, clad in a new t-shirt, and turned her head to glare at him with her icy blue eyes.
As soon as her feet left the bottom stair, she reached over to Blue Rose and took it from its resting place. As she quickly aimed at Dante, she removed the safety, and fired two bullets straight at the hunters' head.
Dante's head lolled back as the bullets reached him, and his neck cracked with force.
"Gee, tell me how you really feel Nero." The hunter deadpanned as he looked at the wall behind him, where Nero's bullets had buried themselves deep into the wooden material.
"Shut up." Growled Nero as she fired off another round at Dante's torso.
Dante rolled out of his seat, trying to avoid being shot by the pissed off woman in his shop.
The bullets embedded themselves in his desk chair, and Dante mourned the death of his beloved chair, but didn't let it distract him from dodging the next set of bullets aimed at his head again.
"Just go fucking die!" The flustered girl snapped at her boss.
Dante knew that Nero needed to reload, and taking advantage of her current lack of firepower, launched himself at her from across the room.
Tackling her onto the floor by her waist, Dante pressed his entire weight onto her smaller form.
Nero hit the ground on her back and the fresh set of bullets for Blue Rose scattered onto the floor around the two hunters.
Groaning in frustration, she attempted to shove the man on top of her off, but was thwarted by Dante rising up and flinging her to the other side of the room.
She reached for Blue Rose, but realized she had dropped the custom made gun when she had been tackled, and it was currently lying on the ground next to Dante's right foot.
So instead she punched out with her right arm, using the Devil Bringer to buster punch Dante in the face, sending him reeling back into the wall again.
Unfortunately for her, this was also the wall where she kept Red Queen, and where Dante kept Rebellion.
Realizing her mistake, Nero lunged for Dante, attempting to prevent the half-demon from gaining his sword. Yet she wasn't quick enough, and was soon dodging a broad swipe from the deadly weapon.
The tip of Rebellion caught on her shirt, tearing a large rip in the newly replaced fabric.
Nero cursed her terrible luck today. She just couldn't seem to win no matter what.
While Nero was distracted with her shirt, Dante carefully edged closer to the volatile female and managed to catch her off guard.
He wrapped one of his arms around her slim waist, and grabbed hold of her Devil Bringer with his other hand.
Nero attempted to kick him, but he hindered her attempts by sliding around her until he was behind her and entangled his legs with hers.
With the Devil Bringer now painfully twisted behind her back, Nero only had her left arm free. And it was currently attempting to punch the infuriating man behind her.
Dante dodged every time the flailing limb swiped at him, but was unable to prevent himself from falling due to their tangled legs.
He fell on top of Nero, who froze as soon as they hit the floor in a pile of limbs.
Nero realized the compromising position she was in when a certain part of Dante's anatomy rubbed against her corresponding area. The friction caused her breath to catch in her throat, and blood to rush to her face.
In that instant she could feel all the pressure his body was making on hers.
The feel of his arm sliding on her waist, of his chest pressing against her back, the hand encircling her right wrist, his legs keeping hers pinned down, and his hips bearing down on hers.
All these stimulations had her mind going into overdrive, and in just a few short seconds she was inexplicably panting for air even though there was plenty of room for her to breathe normally.
She couldn't explain it. There was a strange feeling in her lower stomach, and it was just the right amount of painful to be pleasurable. It ached and she found she had the urge to be touched more by the man on top of her.
Dante had noticed her sudden stillness, and observed the girl under him. She had suddenly begun to pant, and to be honest the face she was making was turning him on.
He moved the arm pinned underneath their bodies, and as his hand brushed against the underside of Nero's breasts, she let out a low moan.
He realized what was happening then.
Nero was mortified by the sound that had just come out of her throat. She now knew what was going on, and the thought of it humiliated her.
She was getting aroused.
It's not like she didn't know what sex was. She had been given the 'talk' as soon as she had her first period.
However she had never been aroused before. No one in Fortuna had ever been interested in pursuing her, and she had never been attracted to anyone there.
She had never had any curiosity about her own body, even though sometimes at night she would hear moans, similar to the one she had just released, coming from other rooms in the dormitory she had lived in.
Meanwhile, Dante had completely freed his right hand, and continued to observe Nero, as she remained completely frozen in her thoughts. He decided to do some thinking of his own.
Nero had shown up at his shop 7 months ago, asking if he would consider hiring her at least part-time.
After The Savior incident, the majority of the population of Fortuna had abandoned the city. The only ones to remain were those who were loyal to The Order of the Sword.
After making sure there were no demons left in the city or the surrounding areas, Nero had made sure to destroy any information pertaining to demons left in The Order's information archives. She had also gathered any devil arms The Order had managed to collect. She sealed up the entrance to the underground lab at Fortuna Castle, and erased all traces of the hell gates.
Then she joined up with Kyrie who had decided to go to college and earn a degree. In order to support her decision, Nero had decided to get a job to help with costs. However, with her arm the way it was, it would be very hard to find someone willing to hire her. Hence, why she had come to see Dante first.
He had felt for the kid, and agreed to hire her part-time.
Then 1 month later, Kyrie had started a relationship with a man named William Shuster, and 5 months after that, he had proposed and the two had decided to move in together.
Nero had moved into the shop a week later.
And that was how Nero had come to be living with him. Over the past month he had learned many things about the girl now squirming beneath him.
For example: she hated blueberries, loved bananas, liked to read mystery novels in her spare time, and she had a soft spot for big dogs.
He flirted with her just as he did every woman he knew, but had never really been serious in his advances.
Maybe it was time to change that.
Nero writhed beneath the weight of Dante. Attempting to escape the half-devil's clutches.
Managing to free her left arm, she swiftly punched his face with all the force she could muster in her current position.
This caused her right arm to slip free of his hold, and she quickly used the demon arm to rise up, throwing Dante off her back.
Not willing to face the Devil hunter again, she fled to her room once more.
Dante looked after her, a thoughtful expression on his usually carefree face.