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You were noticing a pattern.
Your first hint was when you went over to his place for a dinner date. The moment you arrived on his doorstep, Nero burst through the door to greet you by pressing you into his chest and rubbing his cheek thoroughly into your hair. The cherry on top of that enthusiastic greeting was when he kissed you exhaustively. By the time his tongue was done mapping out your mouth, you were certain he could replicate a mold of your mouth by feel alone. He gave a soft sigh when you two broke apart and he leaned his forehead against yours.
“That’s better.” He had breathed before applying one more kiss directly to your forehead. He had given you a soft smile and then led you to dinner and then a rigorous cuddle session and nap.
Your next hint arrived in the form of Dante slinging an arm over your shoulder.
You and Nero had stopped by Devil May Cry – Nero to discuss a job relating to occult symbols he had wanted to ask his father about. You were there to drop off some food you made. It’s possible that you made something for Dante specifically so that you could spend more time with Nero. It’s also possible that you just wanted to exhibit your culinary chops, who’s to say? You had just exited the kitchen after putting the Tupperware with food into the fridge when you felt a heavy weight press itself into your shoulder. If it hadn’t been for his boisterous laugh, you would have recognized Dante by his aftershave. Not in a derogatory way, either. Dante’s taste in aftershave was excellent. He smelled like amber, clove, and mush – a spicy blend that left you leaning in for another sniff and wondering why he applied aftershave when his scruff indicated that he didn’t shave.
“You gotta come by more often, sunshine. Food’s better when you cook it.” He lowered his voice to a mock whisper. “Vergil has no idea how to use modern cooking appliances. So when I’m not here, he only eats nuked hot pockets and Dino-tendies.” Vergil looked up where he was looking with Nero at the research spread over Dante’s desk and scowled.
“Must I remind you that I sustained myself for years after we lost our mother? In addition, your kitchen is equivalent to what I used before Temen-Ni-Gru – meaning your kitchen is not ‘modern’.” Vergil rolled his eyes. “I can cook just fine.” He seemed to be assuring you. Wordlessly Dante removed his hand from your shoulder and went into the kitchen. He returned with an empty box of Dino-tendies and the remains of a horrifically dried out nugget.
“Well,” Vergil coughed. “I can.” He looked your way. “But why should I when we have a volunteer?” Nero looked at his father. “You should learn because you shouldn’t get used to my girlfriend cooking for you.” Nero snarled. Vergil smirked at Dante. “Yes, Dante, don’t get used to good cooking from Nero’s mate.” Classic sibling behavior, you noted. Deflecting blame. Nero flushed hearing Vergil call you his ‘mate’ but said nothing to the contrary. Dante heave a huge sigh and directed his puppy-dog eyes to yours. “You’d do that, sunshine? You’d let me starve just because Nero wants to keep your skills for himself?” He asked, exaggerating his words to achieve max sympathy.
You giggled. “No, Dante. I’d never let you starve – I’d feel guilty for the rest of my life.” You said and Dante perked up. “I’d make you eat only healthy foods though. Like olives.” Dante pulled a sour face and feigned gagging. He looked so silly, so you couldn’t help but laugh. “Just kidding, Dante. Let me know what you want to eat the next time we drive through.” He smiled an absolutely gleaming grin. “See, I knew Nero hadn’t tainted that sweet heart, sweetheart!” He exclaimed as he threw an arm around you in a half hug.
A half hug he quickly aborted when a savage growl ripped across the room. Your gaze shot to Nero who was staring daggers at where Dante’s arm connected to your body, his eyes twin burning suns.
“Nero, what’s the matter?” You asked, worried as Dante put up both hands in surrender and slowly made his way to Vergil’s side. Nero edged around Dante, not removing his eyes from Dante, to reach your side.
“Nears?” You asked, noting his clenched jaw and flared nostrils. His face slowly turned to yours as if he was reluctant to lose sight of his uncle. Finally Nero looked at you, his eyes still the pretty glowing yellow of his demon form. A low growl continued from his chest until he reached out to pull you into his side, pulling his jacket to the side so he could wrap you in it. He rubbed the jacket over your skin and clothes, enough to where you started smelling like Nero’s cologne – a complicated scent that seemed to morph. One day it seemed like your favorite flower, other days it smelled more like your favorite sweet treat. Whatever it was, Nero always smelled like a spicy version of your favorite scent. You supposed you could simplify the whole conundrum by declaring Nero your favorite scent. You took a deep inhale of Nero’s jacket and felt yourself relax, not realizing you were tense. Nero’s growl stopped after you were thoroughly rubbed down, his eyes turned their normal gray when he felt you relax. “Nears? You OK?” You cupped his cheek with your hand, to which he leaned in, a soft contented look on his face. “Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t know what that was about.”
From your peripheral you saw Dante and Vergil exchange a look.
What finally tipped you off was his reaction to your cat.
You had invited Nero to your place to eat pizza and watch movies, submitting to his usual sweet touchy-grabby treatment before he entered. You had your favorite pizza and a large New York style with bacon, pepperoni and Canadian bacon atop it – Nero’s favorite. His eyes lit up when he saw it and fell upon it like a ravenous animal. You grabbed your pizza and made your way to the couch where you had some action movie Nero asked you to pick up and set up on the TV. You made yourself comfortable like a normal person. Nero vaulted over the back of the couch, his pizza box in hand and a slice dangling from his mouth, and landed next to you, tucking you firmly into his side. You gave him an unamused (But not unimpressed) look and he responded with a grin, his pizza still hanging from his mouth. If he wasn’t so damn cute you’’d change the movie to something you knew he hated – The Omen. You rolled your eyes and started the movie, your cat made its timely appearance when you cracked open your pizza box. Your cat sauntered in, jumping on the arm of the couch and proceeded to meow for your food. When that failed to work, your cat decided to try violence. To Nero’s amusement, your cat tried to grab pizza from your mouth, irritating you immensely. You placed your cat on the ground, out of reach of your pizza while you ate. You heard Nero crack open a soda, give a contented sigh and lean into the couch, kicking his feet up on your coffee table and slung an arm over your shoulders. You looked at his empty pizza box in disbelief.
“How did you finish that pizza when I haven’t finished my first slice?” Nero shrugged. “Didn’t have to fight off your little lion, I guess?” You gave a huff and returned to your slice. Or tried to. Your cat chose that moment to use its fluffy tail to dust your face. You sputtered when the tail fluff hit your tongue. Your cat rolled around on your lap, squirming and exposing its tummy… Until Nero tossed it away, a soft growl rising from his chest.
“Nears?”
His face snapped toward yours and his nostrils flared as he gave a sniff. He made a displeased face and leaned over you eyes once again a demonic yellow that followed your movement as you burrowed deeper into the couch.
He caught a strand of your hair, gave it a perfunctory sniff, and rubbed his face all over it. After a few moments of doing that until he was satisfied he moved up your body, pressing his body weight into yours, the smell of his cologne incredibly strong and dizzying. He started rolling around on you, squirming, trying to cover you with him. “Nero,” you gasped, noticing his behavior was similar to your territorial feline.
“Are you scent-marking me?”
Nero didn’t answer, only continued rubbing himself all over you. You caught one of his cheeks and rubbed your thumb over his cheekbone. He stopped his wiggling and leaned into your hand, a soft purring emanating from his chest.
You pinched his cheek.
Nero’s gray eyes flew open. “Ouch.” He pouted. “Stop being a baby, pouty-face. Are you scent-marking me?” Nero looked confused. “I, uh, don’t know what that… um, is. So, no?” You rolled your eyes. “You’re marking your territory?” Nero thought for a second. “No, I don’t think so? You’re a person, so I can’t like, own you. I think I just like when you smell like me. I don’t think that’s being territorial. Sure I get a little upset when someone else touches you, but that’s just because they’re messing your scent up!” He pressed his face into your neck and inhaled deeply. “See? That’s perfect!” He rubbed his cheek into the soft skin of your neck. You rolled your eyes. “Nero, do I smell better when I smell like me or like you?” Nero raised his head to look at you. “Babe, I can’t smell myself. Probably because I’m too accustomed to it.”
“Your cologne, then.”
“What cologne?” Now the confusion was yours.
The ones you always wear…? I can’t pin down the exact scents, but you always smell so good.” Nero shook his head. “Babe, I don’t wear cologne – no point when you’re a devil hunter. Don’t even bother with deodorant since I don’t sweat too much. Perks a being a quarter demon, I guess.” He shrugged, then gave you a cocky grin. “You like the way I smell?” You blushed.
“Don’t get off topic, Nero! Are you scaring the crap out of my cat – and your uncle, I guess – because of territorial bullshit?” You crossed your arms, looking stern. Nero sighed. “I can’t say for sure. I just know I prefer your scent after some part of me’s been on you. You smell… wrong? When someone else touches you, so I have to keep fixing it!” He sounded more agitated. “I feel like a damn maid – I just fixed your scent, can it just stay fixed? Please?!” He looked thoughtful a moment. “It would stay fixed if nobody else touched you…” He said softly to himself. Too bad for his musings that he was still on top of you. You smacked his introspective cheeks, using your hands to compress his face, making him pucker his lips in what you affectionately called his ‘fishy-face’. “Absolutely not, Nears.” He looked away. “You don’t even know what I was going to –“ He started. “No.” You insisted. Nero harrumphed. “Fine. I’ll just have to keep doing what I’m doing.” He sat up abruptly and pulled his shirt off, exposing his toned body. You tried to sit up from your reclined position, stopped by Nero sliding his hands under your shirt, teasing the skin of your stomach above your pant line and leaning in to kiss your neck. You gasped as he nipped a mark into your neck.
“And just how does this help your territorial issues?” You laughed softly. Nero ran his hands up your abdomen, teasing at the undersides of your bra-clad breasts before tugging your shirt up and off you. His eyes darkened when your clothed breasts were exposed to him. “I think…” He sat up, pulling your leg to the side to slot himself between your thighs and rolling his hips into yours, making you gasp when you felt the ridge of his hardening cock through his sweatpants. “I’m gonna make you smell like me for hours.” That precious cocky grin was back. You rolled your hips to put pressure on his cock, making him groan. His adorable smile was gone, replaced by a hotter, hungrier look. Even better. You licked your lips, his eyes following the track of your tongue as it traced the seam of your mouth, before you pulled him down by the neck into a sloppy, wet kiss. When you both broke apart, gasping and trembling, you caught his eyes.
“You can try.” You grinned. He quirked an eyebrow. “Challenge accepted.” He dove back into kiss you, nibbling your lower lip and sucking your tongue, trying his level best to devour you. His hands fumbled at your pants button, frustrated, he pulled at your pants a muffled whine leaving his mouth. You took pity on the gorgeous man – you pulled your hands from where they were buried in his hair and gently scratching his scalp – earning another whine from Nero at the loss of sensation. The greedy, insufferable man – and popped the button of your pants. Nero’s hands dove into your pants to cup your butt and press you harder into the rolls of his hips. He broke your kiss to tuck his face into the other side of your neck, painting the skin with love bites to match the other side, rolling your hips into his as his mouth worked. You clutched his face to your neck, soft moans and broken fragments of moans and his name escaping your lips. You reach to mouth and suckle his earlobe, his breath hitching and a guttural moan parting his pink lips. He broke your hold on his earlobe and gazed at you with heavily lidded eyes. “Help me.” He whispered, pulling his hands from the inside of your pants to start tugging them off. You obliged him, lifting your body as he pulled, leaving you clad in your underwear. You were wearing a sports bra and panties that didn’t match, but Nero gazed at you line a fan meeting his favorite Victoria's Secret model.
“You’re perfect… Every inch.” He muttered, running his hands from your calves to your thighs, then over your stomach to finally settle at your breasts. He traced their form outside your bra, teasing the pebbled buds through the thin cloth before dipping his hands in to draw your breasts out. The ambient air felt chilling to your sensitive flesh, but Nero didn’t let them stay uncovered long – he dove in to pull a nipple into his mouth, rolling the bud with his tongue and nibbling gently and ever so carefully. You moved your hands to the flexing muscles of his upper back, digging your nails into his flesh when he gave a hard suckle to your breast. He moaned around your nipple when he felt the crescents of your nails embed themselves into his flesh. He moaned louder when you slipped a hand free to palm his cock through his sweatpants. He switched to your other nipple and rolled his cock into your hand, non-verbally requesting more. How could you say ‘no’ to that face? Eyes clenched shut and sweat forming in his hairline, his lips popping off your nipple occasionally to breathe when you squeezed him just right through his sweats. He looked absolutely delicious. You slipped a hand into his sweatpants and boxers, finding his cock fully erect and leaking pre-cum profusely. You chanced a glance towards the front of his sweats and sure enough – a large wet spot was visible where his dick had been trapped against his thigh. He broke from your nipple, panting loudly. He rose above you hands on either side of your head, enclosing you on your couch. His eyes bore into yours while he thrust into your hand. You returned his eye contact and slowly pumped his penis from root to tip, swirling the pre-cum around the head and racing the crown with your thumb eliciting a full-bodied shudder from Nero. He put a hand on your and pulled it away, shaking his head.
“I want you to cum first. And you smell good enough to eat…” He pressed a kiss to your lips, moving down your body, strategically placing love bites on some of his favorite parts – much to his dismay, he couldn’t actually turn your body into one big love bite. Not that he wouldn’t try. He left a road map of his marks, only moving on when he was satisfied that the patterns expressed your relationship with him. That being that you’re his. The satisfaction the thought gave and the strength with which he had it surprised Nero. Maybe there was something to your speculation that his impulses were territorial in nature. But that could be worked out later, right now he needed to saturate you with him. When he finally reached your panties his nose was flooded with the scent of your arousal. You smelled amazing to him – a Michelin Star meal – but he felt you needed a little… Garnish. He looked up at you, your chest heaving with your panting breaths, your lips swollen and bruised from his kisses, your cheeks flushed, but his favorite was your eyes: half-lidded, dark, and heated with want. And glued to him.
“May I?” He kissed your mons, maintaining eye contact. “Nero, please touch me…” You breathed, burying a hand into his soft hair and throwing a hand back to grip the armrest. Nero pulled your panties down your legs, leaving them at your knees. He ducked under your panties and put your thighs on his shoulders to settle himself in for a long meal. He pressed kisses to your vulva, not for a moment thinking of allowing any part of your body to go without his mark. Once he had managed to get a hickey on your intimate parts, he was willing to dive in. He spread you with his hands, licked his lips, and licked you like a delicious dessert. He suckled every inch of your folds, licking a broad strip up, never touching your clit, then down, never breaching your entrance. He continued his teasing motions until you grabbed him by the hair, both hands, and pushed him into your pussy. He had started purring at the first taste of slick gathering on your folds, but only started loudly moaning at your forceful actions.
“Nero,” you gasped, rolling your hips into his face and muffling his sounds. “Nero, be a good boy and me cum, please? Pretty please, baby?” You watched his face as you spoke and you couldn’t tell which affected him more – the breathy way you said his name had his hips rutting into the couch, but the way you called him a ‘good boy’ had his eyes fluttering closed and rolling into his head. Whichever was better didn’t really matter you supposed since you supplied him with both copiously as he latched onto your clit and sucked for dear life. You felt him gather some slick on his fingers before nudging your opening gently until he could get his middle and ring finger in. Once there, he alternated a scissoring motion and a ‘come hither’ motion until he found – “Oh.” You gasped, back arching sharply and hands tightening in Nero’s hair. He clearly decided he liked that quite a bit because he focused his attention of that spot, fingers increasing their pace in and out and tongue flicking kitten licks against your clit. Your moans increased in frequency and volume until your breath hitched as your orgasm overtook you. Your pussy clamped around Nero’s fingers, the sensation of which sent another full-bodied shudder throughout Nero – he could wait to get you around his cock, but why would he do that to either of you? He worked you through your orgasm, fingers slipping out of your wet, dripping heat once he felt your pussy stop milking his fingers. Once freed, he thrust his fingers into his mouth, licking and scraping every last bit of your cum from his fingers. Even though he knew you’d be overstimulated, he dove back to your pussy and cleaned you of every drop of cum from your folds. You whined and tried to push his face away, but he couldn’t help himself – you just smelled so good.
“Nero, please, it’s too much…” You tugged on his hair, pulling his head away from your pussy, a blissed-out look on his face and a string of saliva connecting your pussy and his tongue still sticking out for one more taste. He licked his lips, breaking the string and moved up your body to kiss you again. This kiss was sloppy, rhythm unestablished and teeth clacking and tasting of you. You broke the kiss breathing hard.
“Nero… Please, can you please… I want you inside me so bad.” You panted, Nero turned your head towards his, smirked and stuck his tongue down your throat. He broke the kiss this time, grinning. “Like that, sweetheart?”
You kicked your panties off your legs and wrapped them around his hips. You rolled your pussy along his cock, still trapped in his sweats. His eyes fluttered shut. “Like that, ‘sweetheart’.”
He took a second to breathe through his mouth before nodding. “OK, baby I’m – are you OK? Are you ready?” Your hands fisted in the front of his T-shirt. “Nero.” You said sternly. Nero started getting up. “Nero??” You supported your upper body weight on your elbows. “Where on Earth are you going??” Nero was halfway off the couch but had stopped and looked at you with the most adorable confused face and looking sexily rumpled. “I’m getting a condom…?”
“Couldn’t you just… pull out?”
Nero stared at you for several long seconds before moving predatorily up your body. He slotted himself between your legs again, nuzzling your ear with his lips.
“You’re giving me permission to fuck you raw? You want me to fuck you raw?” You nodded and grabbed his firm, shapely ass.
“Nero, I need you to fuck me raw.”
He moaned softly and rolled his hips into yours the front of his sweats absolutely drenched. You gasped softly when the hard ridge of his cock rubbed against your sensitive pussy. Nero pulled his sweats down over his hips and ass, finally freeing his beautiful cock – long and thick enough that your fingers barely touched when you wrapped your hand around it. It was currently swollen and flush with blood, nearly appearing purple. Nero pumped his cock firmly, using the abundant pre-cum to lubricate. He ran his dick through your slick folds, lubing his delicious cock even more. He positioned his cock at your entrance, but did not press in.
“You want this dick, sweetheart? Hm? You want me to make you feel good?” He circled the head of his member at your entrance teasingly. You tried rolling your hips to draw him inside, but he stayed out of reach.
“Nero ~” You whined. “Stop teasing me!” He grinned, still circling his tip at your opening. “I seem to remember you teasing me like this one morning? What’s that thing you say about turning about, or whatever?” You gasped when his cock head circled your clit. “T-Turnabout’s huff fair play?” You stuttered. “Yeah, that’s – fuck – that’s it, baby. You want this dick, you know how to ask for it, don’cha?” You groaned, he was going to make you beg? Then you’d beg.
“Nero,” you gasped breathily, making Nero pause. “Nero I need your cock in me. You’ve been such a good boy – I need just, just a little more, baby boy. I want to feel you. Please.” Nero still hadn’t moved. Did. Did you say something wrong? Usually he liked every thing you said,, but his lack of reaction made you nervous. “Nero? Did–“ Nero chose that moment to pounce. He clutched your face and kissed you desperately, saliva dripping down your chins and sloppy, wet sounds diffusing the air. You broke apart gasping, Nero pressing his forehead to yours and beginning to press into you. “Sweetheart, you asked so good – so fucking good – you can have it, you can have every part of me, fuck!” He exclaimed when your inner muscles clenched on him as he entered. He gave you several quick kisses.
“ Baby, baby, baby. I need you to relax, just a little bit. I don’t want to hurt you.” He ran his hands up and down your sides soothingly as you whimpered. He stretched you deliciously and he hadn’t even bottomed out yet. Nero took a hand and circled your clit slowly and your eyes fluttered shut in pleasure. He slipped right on in. He tucked his face into your neck, breathing deeply and heavily. “Good girl, very good girl.” He took another inhale of your skin. “I-I don’t know why, but you smell so good right now. You feel so good right now. I just want to…” He began moving his hips slowly, still wary about hurting you. You gave a contented sigh, finally getting the fullness and friction from Nero that you needed. He licked a stripe up your neck.
“ Tastes good, too.” He grinned at you.
“ Nero, you’re amazing… You fill me up so well, feels so good.” His eyes darkened at your praise and he sped up, skin smacking wetly against skin. His scent got stronger as he chased his release, pleasing your olfactory sense s .
“ That’s right, Nears, make me smell like you… Only you.” Your arms were thrown around his broad shoulders as he increased his pace further, his hips snapping at a rapid sprin t . He let out a territorial growl at your words.
“Smell like me... Belong to me, nobody else – fuck you’re mine . Wanna – shit – Wanna fill you up. Un-until you’re dripping . Let everyone know you belong to me.” He grunted, voice distorted, with each hard thrust, sweat dotting his brow and running down his face in rivulets. You both were close, Nero more than you with the way he was animalistically pounding into you. You snuck a hand between you to touch your clit, but were stopped by a glowing spectral wing. Nero took both your hands and pinned them to the armrest, his eyes glowing yellow.
“ Nears?” With his human hands he pulled your thighs up to press against your chest, his thrusts hitting deeper. Loud growls erupted from his chest as he fucked you into the couch, fucking you so hard you couldn’t get a word out – only moans and gasps. His human hand forcefully circled your clit, making you arch your back. You just needed a little more to tip you over the edge and, even as animalistic as he was acting, Nero was not going to cum without you having cum first. Nero chose that moment to refresh the hickeys on our neck, sucking and nibbling. Then he bit you. Hard. The kind of bite that left teeth marks, that bruised, that lingered . You came hard, eyes clenched shut and a shout releasing from you. Nero’s hips stuttered and slowed until he pulled out abruptly and spattered cum all over your stomach. His eyes returned to gray, his teeth left your skin, and his wings released you. He stayed laying atop you, both of you panting and trying to catch your breath. Nero let out a deep groan.
“You smell even better with my cum all over you.” He ran a finger through the puddles on your stomach, making patterns before offering the fingertip to your mouth. “Makes me wonder what you’d smell like with my cum inside you…” His eyes darkened when your tongue darted out for a taste. He groaned and stood up. “Maybe next time. Let’s get cleaned up. I’m spent.” He offered you a hand and you both got ready for bed.
***
You two were back at Devil May Cry, dropping off food and picking up information. Dante sauntered up to you, careful not to touch you and eating a fried boudin ball you brought for him and Vergil. Dante had asked for Cajun food and you were more than willing to supply. “Can’t help but notice you smelling more and more like Nero, sunshine. You two fix his little marking issue?” You flushed, face absolutely burning. :Nero seems less territorial if that’s what you mean. We had a discussion and I think it’s resolved.” You kept your eyes on Nero who was gesturing emphatically at a horse figure meant to represent his target.
“Good. He about took my head off last time.” He yawned. “Right. Welp I’m gonna go take a nap; the Dork Slayer and the Kid Wonder can handle this. Night.” He gave you a friendly pat on your upper back.. and was promptly flung back from Nero’s dropkick.
“Goddammit, kid! Thought you were over this!”
“Over what? I dropped your ass because I’m not Vergil’s sidekick, so you can drop ‘Kid Wonder’ as a nickname.” Dante stood up, looking no worse for wear, dusting himself off. “Thought you were getting territorial over your girl again.” Nero gave ou a warm smile and a side hug.
“Nah, I’m still territorial, but that’s normal.” He pressed a kiss to your temple. “Since she’s mine.”