Disclaimer:
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.
It took an entire hour for the rain to ease up.
In that time, Dante had shot down all the attempts the two detectives had made at questioning him.
The man petulantly refused to be involved in their investigation.
From what the two detectives could gather, the weapons on the walls were used in the 'exterminations' Dante had talked about earlier.
For that matter, what manner of exterminations required 5-foot long blades? Just what exactly did they exterminate? Bears? Or maybe elephants?
Jacob had a niggling suspicion that Dante knew something that could be important to the case.
Unfortunately, there was no way to coerce the man in red into revealing what he knew. The man was clearly physically well built, and his mental fortitude seemed to be impeccable as well.
Jacob sighed, exasperated. He had a feeling this case had just become even more annoying for him now that this man was involved.
Glancing over at Nathan, who was still looking over the multiple weapon racks, he decided to ask Dante one last question that had been on his mind since the debacle with the young woman that had come into the shop. He had heard the young woman mention that she had been sent out on a job this morning.
"So who was that girl who stormed upstairs?" asked Jacob as he stared at a custom revolver that had two barrels.
"Her name is Nero, and she's one of my employees."
"Does she do any 'exterminating' on a regular basis?" Jacob inquired as subtle as possible.
"Of course she does, she just finished a job this morning." Dante said emotionlessly.
"What time was that exactly?" he asked, but realized it may seem a bit strange, so added: "She seems a bit crabby, so I wondered if it was an especially early job, or if that was just her personality."
Dante narrowed his eyes slightly in suspicion. Why was he asking all these questions? Did he think he had a chance with Nero? No way. Nero would never go for him, and he pitied the man for even daring to think it.
Deeming his latest question harmless enough, and knowing Nero could defend her honor perfectly fine by herself, he decided to answer.
"I shoved her out the door at 6 AM to take care of a job down in the warehouse district. She had a hell of a time though. Took her till after noon to get back." He answered, shrugging nonchalantly.
"What do you mean?" Nathan asked as he walked away from the sword display he had been looking at for a while.
"Nothing you need to concern yourself with." He said. "Now it looks like the rain has finally let up for a bit. I'd hurry back to your car if I were you. It's not likely to last, and the road is a bit of a way off." Standing from his desk, the tall man herded them towards the door where proceeded to tell them to fuck off in the most polite way possible for him.
"Get the hell out of my shop."
He opened the door behind them and pushed them out with his hand.
"Well I think that went well, don't you?" Nathan asked his partner rhetorically.
Dante ran his hand through his snowy tresses, sighing in relief that the two humans were gone.
He didn't really give a damn about their case at all. If it had anything to do with devils, he was sure his job broker would bring it up to him.
Although, Morrison only gave out his business cards to potential clients, so whoever the most recent victim was, he was most likely going to head to the shop soon.
Guess the guy came too late. Dante decided he would send either Nero or Trish to check out the crime scene, and either make sure the perpetrator was human, or hunt down the demon responsible.
It was getting late, and Dante decided it was time to call it a night for today. It was unlikely there would be any more walk-ins at this hour, and if someone really needs to get a hold of him, the phone was always ready.
He turned left from the door and started his way up the stairs. He made it to the landing above the main entrance and briefly debated if he should take a shower.
'Nah. I just took one last night, and I just watched the shop all day. I can take one in the morning.' He thought to himself as he made his way down the hall towards the bedrooms.
Passing by Nero's door and heading towards his own, he began to yawn.
His eyes were forced shut, mid-yawn as he opened the door to his darkened room, shutting it behind him with his foot.
Pulling off his boots using his feet, he kicked them into their usual corner, forgoing putting them away properly.
Perhaps, it was the rustling of his clothing as he stripped down to his boxers, or maybe it was his senses being dulled due to the exhaustion of the day getting to him, but whatever it was, he failed to notice the light sounds of breathing coming from his bed.
Even as his last article of clothing came off, he didn't notice it. And so, he lightly hopped onto the bed as was his custom, eyes closed in the darkness of his room.
When his back hit something much harder than his mattress, he was understandably confused.
"FUCK!" came a feminine voice from beneath his back.
What.
When Jacob and Nathan returned to the 9th precinct, they went to their desks. Nathan soon left for home, to see his wife and daughter, and Jacob stayed behind to go over the case one last time for the day.
Something had been nagging at him since their return from Devil May Cry.
Nero, the young woman who had barged in during their standoff with the proprietor, Dante, had been out on a 'job' this morning.
A 'job' which had taken her in the direction of today's crime scene.
Now according to his mental map, if she had been walking, she would have passed near the crime scene on her way to the warehouse district. And at almost the exact time of the crime happening too.
Now the question was, was she a witness? Or was she the perp? Maybe 'extermination' was a euphemism for assassination, and the entirety of the Devil May Cry staff were assassins for hire?
Now, all this could just be wild speculation, and if he wanted to get anywhere with this line of thinking he would have to find a way to gather more information about the people at Devil May Cry.
Getting information from Dante was a clear no. The man was a fortress who could not be breached. He clearly valued his privacy and the privacy of his employees.
So Jacob would have to gather the information himself or approach the staff members outside the shop.
He decided to begin with a stakeout of the place, and the next time he saw Miss Nero leave the shop on her own he would approach her and see if he could get some information out of her.
He began working on the paperwork for a stakeout immediately.
Nero hadn't wanted to do this, but she was just absolutely done with the world today and this seemed like the only way she could get a decent sleep since her bed was soaked.
She left a note on Dante's door telling the Man to 'fuck off because she was stealing his bed for the night' which left him on the couch, but she couldn't be bothered to give a flying fuck. She NEEDED this.
She put on her sleep clothes, a T-shirt several sizes too big and pajama shorts, and grabbed her pillow which had survived the rain, and buried herself in a nest of blankets on the elder hunter's bed.
She cuddled the pillow to her face and breathed deeply. Taking in the scent of her shampoo and irritatingly, rain.
Ignoring that in favor of just going to sleep, she shifted until her cocoon stretched out and she was in a comfortable position on her stomach.
She knew that sleeping on your stomach was actually really bad for your back, but she didn't give a shit since it made her feel comfortable as hell. Something about exposing her vulnerable belly and throat to the world while she was asleep made her feel uncomfortable on an instinctual level.
When she had shifted, the comforter came up to her nose, and as she drifted off her nose was assaulted by the subtle scent of gun oil, metal, and just a hint of strawberries.
She entered the world of dreams where she was fighting a horde of demons, having the time of her life cutting them down.
When she finally finished them off she sat down in the shop and ate the most satisfying slice of pizza ever.
That's when Dante entered the shop and approached her slowly.
"Yo! Dante, what's up?" She asked as she took another bite of the pizza in her hand.
He didn't say anything but stared at the pizza next to her.
"If you want, you can have a slice." She said graciously, feeling generous in her good mood.
"I will then." He said as he came even closer.
Dante's deep voice rang out around her, sending shivers down her spine for some reason. The sensations pooled in her lower abdomen and hung around as Dante came even closer. She bit her lip in the hopes the pain would help disperse the feeling.
Dante's eyes zeroed in on the movement, and when he finally stood in front of her he leaned over her and began to reach behind her for the pizza box.
Wait. When had the pizza box gotten behind her? The wall was behind her. The pizza box was to her left.
And when the hell had Dante taken off his shirt!
"Ah… Too bad. Looks like no slices are left." Dante said as he looked down into her eyes with a heated gaze.
Nero felt blood rush to her cheeks.
She also felt more butterfly sensations traveling towards her groin.
She looked down in mortification, and just about choked on her tongue.
What the fuck was she wearing, and when the hell had she put it on?!
She was shocked to find her usual outfit had mysteriously transformed into a scanty lingerie number.
She felt Dante's hand push her down onto the bed underneath her (When had they moved upstairs?) and the other hand came up to cup her chin, forcing her to look him in the eyes.
"I guess I'll have to take my slice from you." He said as his face came ever closer.
The distance between them disappeared, and soon Dante's lips had captured her own.
The butterflies became elephants as she lost her ability to breathe.
Her body twitched as the throbbing sensation in her groin became almost painful.
She squeezed her legs together in the hopes that the pressure would help.
It didn't.
Meanwhile, Dante had shifted himself over her body, keeping their lips connected the whole time.
His bare torso was hovering over her, and his limbs caged her in as she squirmed beneath him.
Releasing her mouth from his, Nero gasped and panted for the air she desperately needed.
The sensations in her lower body were still there, and she instinctively wiggled her hips to try and relive the WANTWANTWANT her body was demanding.
She tried to get her arms out of Dante's grip, but it was like she had lost all her strength, and was a weak as a lamb all of a sudden.
Her breasts heaved as she gulped in air, and they brushed against Dante's bare torso.
Dante stretched Nero's arms above her head, capturing her wrists in one grip, freeing up his right hand which traveled down Nero's body, tracing her curves down to her waist, and rested his calloused fingers on her hip bone where he began massaging her skin.
Nero's toes were curling and stretching with the pleasurable sensations coursing through her frame.
She continued to pant wantonly as her groin grew wet with a mysterious fluid. She had no idea what was happening to her.
She had never felt this way before, and she couldn't understand why her body was reacting to Dante's touch like this.
Just as she was ready to give in to whatever these feelings were and just go with the flow, she was suddenly hit by a mass of weight hitting her back.
"FUCK!"
So... if my math is correct... It's been almost three years since I updated.
I have no excuse.
But hey fluff smut! Guess I should up the rating since I do eventually plan to have actual smut in here...