Warning: DantexNero with special focus on Triggered!DantexNero (as in boy-to-boy action, don't like then I suggest clicking either the back button or the close button of your explorer), SMUT in almost every chapter and Nero getting forced but liking it…

Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry because if I did… well… Nero would be have ended with both Dante and Vergil while Kyrie would have been more active than just a walking damsel-in-distress plot device… oh! And there would actually be more background about Eva because she had to be damn interesting if she got Sparda to love her.

Author's Notes (feel free to not read): This was actually meant to be an attempt of mine to create a PWP but, before the first chapter was finished, I actually thought of a plot and I thought: "oh, screw it. Let's just make a story that centers on smut" thus this was born. This chapter is set 3 days before the start of DMC4.

NOTE: the words "her holster" is not a typo. I did that in purpose because I felt that the holster on Nero's thigh is Blue Rose's and I like calling Blue Rose (and Red Queen) 'her' so when there's a sentence with a 'her' word but there's only men in the scene, most probably it pertains to either Blue Rose or Red Queen unless proven otherwise. And Triggered!Dante would be using the word 'it' because... well... it's his demon form. -grins-

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3 Nights Before: A Taste

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The cool night breeze made Nero shiver as he walked the empty halls of Fortuna castle. Nero grumbled as he hugged his right arm with his left arm, finding the warmth enveloping the sling comforting. As he made his way through the grand hall, he mumbled bitterly, "Stupid Credo."

Earlier that day, Credo had ordered him to go to Fortuna castle tonight. Being his boss and the brother of his… girlfriend? Can he call Kyrie that? It's not like they were dating but he would like to think that they were already pass being friends. At least, he could try and think like that each time Kyrie would smile that cute pure smile of hers.

Nero's cheeks reddened and he shook his head, trying to return to cursing Credo instead of focusing on remembering the cute sweet face of Credo's younger sister.

But seriously...

If it wasn't for the fact that Credo was Kyrie's brother, Nero would have given him the finger and told him to shove his sword up his ass.

Why the hell should he be the one to check the castle at night?

Actually...

With how the cold freezing night of Fortuna castle was now hitting him as if trying to freeze Nero, he may actually tell Credo: "Oh yeah. About the order you gave me about checking the fucking castle because some guy said he saw a demon inside? The entire fucking castle is so silent and so fucking cold that I think the demon is that fucking guy so can I fucking blow his brains out?"

Ah... He could just see Credo's frown and glare combo. Nero swore Credo spent most of his free time perfecting that facial expression.

Nero snickered at the thought as he opened a door, looking around. He was by one of the outside rooms and, by the looks of it; it may have been a library. Nero frowned when he noticed the light coming from a candle. The candle's light illuminated the room. All of the rooms Nero checked were cold and dark, the type of room that one would think would have demons lurking inside. This room was the opposite. It was warm and inviting but Nero couldn't understand it. There was nothing in the room that should make Nero feel such a way. Sure, warm could be from the light but inviting? It was a plain candle-lighted room. But there was something inside him telling him that this room was safe. As if there was…

A presence?

Nero's left hand immediately went towards his thigh where his double-barreled revolver was holstered as he walked inside warily. He had learned early on to trust his instincts… especially after the incident that changed his arm. It was as if his senses were slightly heightened and his right arm glowed dimly against the fabric of his sling. If it wasn't for the bandage around the entire arm, Nero was sure it would be glowing brightly which Nero had concluded that meant there was something here, something that he needed to be wary about.

But he didn't know any demon that had a presence that could make people feel safe. Fear he had seen. There had been a time when he had been dispatched to the harbor to eliminate a demon that had been making the people flee in fear. Knights from the order who had gotten there before him were crying, begging to be spared and some were even shouting for death to claim them. Even Credo, his superior, had not been immune to it but he managed to keep it hidden better than the others. Nero had noticed it because he had been with the older man since he could remember and saw the fear in his eyes, most directed at the demon while some were directed at Nero who seemed unaffected. It wasn't like he was immune to the demon's ability. Nero had felt fear that seemed to want to suffocate him but he didn't submit to it. He had lived his life with fear as one of his inescapable companion because of his origin and his current situation. The suffocating fear that one day, everyone he knew will turn agains-

Nero's entire body froze as he felt a presence behind him. He wanted to curse at himself as he felt hot breathing hitting the back of his neck. Nero turned around, taking his revolver out of her holster. Before he could aim, he was thrown to the wall next to the door. He felt the pain course through his entire body, letting out a pained groan as his eyes closed shut tightly. Nero bit his bottom lip to stop the moan that tried to escape as he felt a warm clawed hand around his neck, confused to why he had a desire to let out such a sound. The clawed hand was simply pinning him to the wall as another clawed hand pinned his left hand next to his head. Nero refused to let go of the revolver he was holding as he opened his eyes, staring at the demon currently pining him to the wall. Clear red eyes glared back at him and Nero felt the warm breath of the red demon in front of him. Normally, Nero would have snorted a sarcastic comment or two, most probably something about the demon's breath but his lips couldn't move. All it could do was keep breathing as his ice colored eyes stared intently at the demon in front of him. The demon had a human-like figure, clad in a fusion of red and black hide that had a gold glow against the light coming from the candle in the room. From the figure of the demon, Nero could surmise it was a man with fine muscles and its chest glow an amber color in a shape of a six pointed star that seemed to define its abs. Nero tore his eyes away from the demon as the demon leaned forward. Nero could feel the demon's warm breath tickling his ear and he inhaled, the demon's scent registering to his brain. There was a musky smell that Nero could only describe as the demon's natural scent which was accompanied by the distinct smell of sweat, blood and… ...gunpowder?

Did the demon fight someone with a gun?

But Nero did not know anyone that owned a firearm other than him. Then again, it was frown upon by the Order so Nero wouldn't be surprised if there was someone in Fortuna that was keeping a gun hidden from everyone.

Nero was taken out of his musing when he felt the demon's face next to his head, the tip of the demon's nose slightly tickling his cheek which caused the young man to stiffen. The demon inhaled and Nero mimicked the demon's action, not entirely sure why he was doing such a thing. He recognized the same musky smell and all its companions but another scent caught him off-guard.

Strawberries...

Nero couldn't stop the chuckle that left his lips as he thought how this scary demon currently pining him may have a soft spot for strawberries. When the demon leaned back and stared at Nero once more, Nero felt a cold shiver run through his entire body as he realized that the smell of strawberry may have not come from the demon itself but from the person the demon had attacked or killed or...

Nero's eyes widened as he thought of another possibility that would account for the demon sniffing him.

Eaten...

With renewed vigor, Nero began kicking the demon as his grip around his revolver tightened, cursing himself for not acting sooner.

What the hell was he thinking just staring at the damn demon as he sniffed him?

Nero's knee managed to hit the demon's leg and the demon growled, pulling Nero by the neck before slamming his head to the wall once more. Nero felt dizzy but managed to force a smirk, staring at the demon's face as if taunting him. Clear red eyes stared back at him and Nero swore that the demon was telling him:

Now, you asked for it.

Nero could only gasp as he was suddenly flipped and he let out a pained growl as his right arm was pinned. He could feel the rough exterior of his right arm against his chest-

His right arm!

Damn! Why didn't he think of that?

He could have gotten out of the demon's hold if he only used his right arm instead of kicking impulsively. Nero felt the demon's clawed hand around his wrist tightened and his hand was forced to move. Nero was pulled away from the wall slightly by the hand around the back of his neck and his left hand was placed in front of Nero's sling. The demon let go of his wrist and immediately pinned Nero to the wall once more by slamming its chest on Nero's back. Nero hissed as he let go of his revolver due to the pain, hearing her clatter to the floor. Nero could feel the cool wall pressed against his cheek and he looked behind him. He stiffened as he felt the demon's warm breath at the back of his head. He felt the demon's clawed hands around his hips and Nero's eyes widened as he felt something pressed against his thigh.

Oh. Hell. No.

"Touch me and I'll fucking kill you." Nero snarled, trying to glare at the demon currently pining him to the wall. He felt a slight vibration coming from the demon and he knew that the demon had chuckled at this threat. As if to tease Nero, he felt one of the demon's clawed hands moved towards his ass. Nero knew his cheeks reddened out of anger and embarrassment as he shouted, "Keep your fucking hands off me!"

Nero tried to kick the demon and managed to hit the demon's leg once more. Nero heard the demon growl and Nero smirked but his victory did not last long as he let out a surprised shout, "Ah!"

Nero couldn't believe what just happened. The damn demon just slapped him on the ass!

"You fuck- Ah!" Nero closed his eyes involuntarily as he felt the demon slap the left cheek of his ass again.

"I'll kill you!" Nero shouted and bit his bottom lip as he felt the demon slap his ass once more. The pain was bearable. Hell, Nero couldn't even feel the pain and that was the hard part. Instead of pain, something much darker swelled inside him. It was humiliating. Not only was he being spanked by a demon, he was getting turned on by it. Nero can't even understand why he could be turned on by such a thing. Every action his body took without his consent only confused him. Nero continued to bite his bottom lip in fear of letting out a different sound than that pained shout. He tried to control his breathing when he realized that the demon had stopped. He bit his bottom lip harder as the feeling of disappointment swelled inside him. He slowly opened his eyes and a gasp escaped his lips as he saw the demon's face right next to his own face. Nero saw the demon's lips curve to what appeared to Nero as a smirk. Nero glared at the demon and hissed, "Fuck you."

A surprised gasp left his lips as he felt the demon's clawed hand slap his ass once more. Nero swore the demon was amused by his reaction. Nero growled as he returned to glaring at the demon. Nero's left hand gripped the cloth of his sling as he hissed once more, "I'll fuck-"

Nero's eyes closed as he felt another slap, snarling as he cursed, "You son of-"

Slap!

"God dam-"

Slap!

"You mother-"

Slap!

Nero could feel the frustration inside him, threatening to escape in the form of tears. Refusing to appear weak and pathetic, Nero opened his mouth to shout profanities once more, "You- Mm!"

Nero's eyes opened wide as he felt the demon's lips on his, a slippery tongue invading his mouth. Nero felt the demon's tongue flick his immobile tongue and a sudden urge to lick the invading tongue consumed him.

What the hell?

What the hell was wrong with him?

Nero growled at himself and bit the demon's tongue in an attempt to reject what his body seemed keen on receiving. He groaned as he tasted blood which was accompanied by the hint of strawberry. Nero was truly at loss. Although he had bit the demon's tongue, the damn demon still won't stop harassing his mouth. He could taste the blood and saliva of the demon in his mouth. Although Nero knew he should be disgusted and fight back, his body wouldn't listen to him. There was a part of him that seemed to find the taste of the demon's blood awfully fascinating. Or was it the taste of strawberry?

Nero stopped his train of thought as he felt something brush against the cleft of his ass.

Oh. Hell no.

What the hell was he doing?

Once Nero felt the demon's tongue by his teeth, Nero bit as hard as he could. He felt a clawed hand yank him by the hair, a trail of demon blood dripping from the corner of his lips. Nero groaned as he was yanked to the floor. The demon released his hold on Nero's hair and he fell to the floor with a thud. Before Nero could react, the demon lunged on him, pressing his sling against the demon's hard chest. The demon snarled at him and Nero managed to smirk as he snarled back, "Like I'll let you fuck me, you disgusting pervert!"

The demon stared at Nero with its glowing red eyes and Nero stared back, pride and stubbornness keeping him from trying to trash and run away from this demon who seemed hell-bent on doing things to him. Their staring contest ended when Nero turned his head to the side as he let out a strangled moan.

"You... bastaaarrddd!" His last word became a loud moan as he closed his eyes, feeling the demon continue to grind against the bulge in his pants. Nero threw his free left hand in an attempt to punch the demon but it only landed a soft slap at the demon's cheek as he was unable to muster any strength, his back arching subconsciously as the demon continued to rub against his crotch. He was slowly losing any fight left in him, his entire body demanding more. He felt clawed hands on his thighs, forcing his legs to part. Nero turned his head towards the demon and opened his eyes to glare at it as he snarled, "I'll kill you. I'll fuck- Ah!"

Nero threw his head back and arched his back as the demon grinded their hips closer, pulling Nero's legs for more contact. Nero's left hand gripped the demon's shoulder as his legs wrapped around the demon's waist. Reason and logic left his mind, only the growing desire to receive whatever the demon had to offer. He felt the demon sit, forcing Nero to sit on its lap. The demon's clawed hands left his legs and felt them by his groin. Nero bit the demon's shoulder as he felt one clawed hand rub Nero's growing bulge. The demon's other clawed hand began unbuckling his belt. Nero began thrusting his hips, his entire body moving purely out of what may have been instinct. Nero's entire mind seemed blank and all he was doing was due to a voice inside him, commanding him to submit, to accept what the demon had in store for him.

Nero felt the two clawed hands unzip his pants, one of its clawed hands tracing Nero's member as it was released from the confinements of his pants and boxers. The demon's clawed hand was warm and Nero bit harder as one clawed hand gripped his throbbing erection firmly. Nero let out a muffled groan as the demon began stroking his member slowly, almost as if it was trying to punish Nero. Nero dug his nails on the demon's shoulder but it only made a dent mark as the demon continued stroking so slow that Nero began raising his hips. Nero growled and looked at the demon as he hissed, "Faster, you asshole."

The demon turned its head to look at Nero and its lips curved into a smirk once more. Nero moaned in both annoyance and disappointment as the demon's hand slowed more as if to spite Nero. Nero growled and was about to move his confined right arm which had been pressed against their body when the demon dropped unto Nero. Nero groaned as he was dropped to the floor, not realizing that the demon had placed one of his clawed hands behind Nero's head, protecting his head from the fall. Without wasting any time, the demon took both his pants and boxers off, taking his boots off in the process as well. The demon threw Nero's pants and boxers across the room while his boots fell next to his feet and traced the young man's bottom lip with one of his clawed fingers briefly, caressing the bite mark Nero had made from biting his bottom lip. He sighed at the gentle touch, his eyes closing without his consent. He felt the demon's finger slid inside his parted lips, tapping his tongue as if it was inviting him to play. Nero moaned as he felt the demon's unoccupied clawed hand began stroking his erection once more.

…Again!

There was that voice again... telling him what to do...

Nero licked the finger almost shyly and was rewarded by the demon making its painfully slow strokes a bit faster. Nero groaned and continued to lick the finger in his mouth. Soon enough, Nero got bolder, sucking and lightly biting the finger. One of his bites was hard enough to draw blood and Nero moaned as he lapped at the small wound like he was a kitten drinking milk. He felt the demon slip another finger in his mouth and Nero tried to give it the same treatment. He shuddered as the demon began moving his hands faster.

'He's rewarding us.' the voice that seemed to be coming from inside him said to him in delight. Those words made Nero moan, sucking the fingers with more vigor. Nero sighed as the demon withdrew the fingers from his mouth and whimpered in disappointment as the hand on his throbbing erection moved towards his thigh. Nero opened his eyes and he saw the demon tracing its saliva coated fingers from his other thigh towards his ass. He felt something by his entrance and blushed, moving his left hand towards the demon as he stuttered, "Wa-wait."

The demon looked back at him and Nero was at lost.

If Nero wasn't in his hazy state, he would have trashed and kicked as he realized what was going to happen next, if the hard tip of the demon's cock by his entrance was any indication.

But, right now at this very moment, he wanted the demon to continue but he had seen how well-endowed the demon was and he was...

… Frightened?

Nero felt a cold chill pass through his entire body as the demon's lips curved to a smirk as if it had realized Nero's problem. Before Nero could do anything, he let out a loud surprised moan as he felt a finger enter him. Nero fell on the floor once more as the finger began moving inside of him. It felt weird but Nero could not understand why he was enjoying it. He felt another finger enter him and he arched his back as he felt a clawed hand grasp his aching member. Nero turned his head to the side and his left hand continued to lie next to his head, clenched to a fist. The idea of it being weird slowly dissipated from Nero's mind as his body got used to the feeling of the two fingers as they thrust inside Nero, slow and shallow. Nero moaned as the clawed hand stroking his needy erection continued its slow pace, moving in unison with the fingers inside him. Nero opened his eyes and parted his lips, panting as he whimpered, "Faster..."

The demon stared at him for a moment before its smirk grew. Nero blushed and closed his eyes as he whimpered in frustration. The demon would most probably do the opposite and the Nero would be-

"Ah!" Nero let out a surprised loud moan as the fingers inside him suddenly thrust deeper, causing a surge of pleasure to course through his entire body. Nero panted as the fingers moved back slowly.

"Fuck!" Nero cursed as he arched his back, moaning loudly as the fingers thrust deep inside him again and another surge of undeniable pleasure shook him to the very core.

"Ah!" He moaned as the clawed hand around his member began moving in time with the fingers' new tempo. Nero turned his head to the other side as the demon continued to assault that part inside him that sent so much pleasure in him.

Nero soon got immersed with what was happening to him. All that mattered was the demon's hands as they touched Nero, playing with his body like he was the demon's toy. That small voice inside him whispered to that thought:

'It wouldn't be bad to be this demon's toy.'

Nero nodded at the thought, not entirely sure why he was agreeing to what the voice had said. This demon was an enemy and it may kill him after having its way with him. But something inside Nero seemed to scream at him to trust the demon and it would not harm him in a way he will not like.

He felt the demon began moving its hands faster, causing Nero to moan and turned his head to the other side. He could feel his end nearing and Nero's left hand moved towards the demon's shoulder. Nero forced himself to sit, straddling the demon's lap, as his left hand grabbed the back of the demon. Nero rested his forehead at the demon's broad shoulder and moaned, "I'm... I'm-"

Before he could finish, the demon sped its movements, causing Nero to moan louder. A few more strokes and thrusts and Nero's body finally gave up as he came on the demon's hand. Nero turned his head to face the demon, resting his temple on the demon's shoulder. The demon moved the hand that had been on his member towards its face and licked the fingers. Nero moaned tiredly as he felt the fingers slipped out inside him as well, trying his best to keep his eyes opened. The fatigue slowly crept towards him and he sighed in resignation as his eyelids dropped.

It would be the right time for the demon to kill him. But, as Nero slowly fall to the abyss of sleep, his entire body relaxed as if he subconsciously trusted the demon would not do such a thing to him. It was confusing as hell but Nero did not have time to think about it as sleep finally claimed him.

He felt something soft and warm press against his forehead as a calloused hand caressed his hair. The last thing Nero remembered was a voice saying...

"Good night."

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Author's End Rants: -wipes nosebleed- Please be gentle with your criticism with the smut because I'm not that well versed with such mature setting. –laughs- Anyway. Let me know what you think. –grins- And yes... there will be more...