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The tension inside Devil May Cry had been building for weeks. Kisses pressed against the garage workbench while Nico hammered a chassis ten feet away. Late night grinding on the office sofa while Dante snored upstairs. Quick, cramped sessions in the back of the van cut short every time someone walked down the hall—or every time Nero yanked himself away, shaking from holding back.
Finally, Nero snapped. He didn't say a word. He grabbed a wool moving blanket from the garage shelf, yanked open the van door, and drove out of Red Grave. He drove two hours straight toward the coast, his hand locked onto the gearshift as the highway stretched into midnight.
The engine sputtered and died. Outside, the ocean slammed against the shore in lazy rolls. Salt air leaked through the worn door seals, cold against the lingering heat of the dashboard.
Nero pulled the key from the ignition. He sat in the dark with his hands resting on the steering wheel, his shoulders hunched under his shirt. He exhaled through his nose, his breath clouding in the cold air.
"I'm sick of running in circles," he said quietly, his voice rough from the cold. "Every time I touch you back at the shop, someone's walking down the hall. Or Nico's yelling up from the garage. Or I'm stopping myself because I don't want to rush you."
He turned his head toward you.
"I don't know how to do this," Nero grumbled, reaching across the center console to grab your wrist. His grip was solid, his skin burning hot against your chilled wrist. "I don't have some smooth line prepared. I just know I'm completely out of my fucking head about you. I love you. I've loved you for months, and I'm tired of pretending I'm patient."
Your heart thumped hard. "Nero..."
"I mean it," he muttered, looking straight into your eyes. "So we're out here. No one's coming out to this beach at two in the morning. It's just us."
His grip slid off your wrist. He shoved his door open, stepped into the cold, and hauled the rear doors wide. He grabbed the wool blanket, slammed the metal shut, and kicked his boots straight into the sand.
Down beneath the dunes, he snapped the blanket out over the shore. He fell back onto his elbows, looking up as you stepped onto the fabric.
"Look," he said softly, extending his hand up toward you. "I know we've... we've messed around. But I've never gone all the way. Not with anyone."
He looked away for a second, staring at the ocean.
"Neither have I," you whispered.
Nero froze. His eyes blinked up at you. The tension in his shoulders slowly gave way.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," you said. "It's my first time, too."
A genuine warmth softened his mouth. "Well... guess that makes two of us." He settled flatter onto his elbows, opening his legs to give you room. "You're in the driver's seat tonight. Take your time, set the pace. Show me what you want."
You knelt over his thighs, straddling his lap, and reached down to hook your fingers into the bottom of your shirt. You pulled it up past your waist, but your hands stopped as the cold air hit your skin.
You looked down at him. "What if... what if you don't like what you see?"
Nero stared up at you. A curse hissed through his teeth.
"Are you out of your mind?" he asked.
He sat up, bridging the space between you until his face was inches from yours. His hands wrapped around your wrists over the bunched fabric.
"You think I've spent the last three months walking around that shop losing my damn head over you for nothing?" Nero growled softly, searching your face. "I've been staring at you every single day. I like everything about you. Every single inch. So don't you dare hide from me."
He guided your hands upward, helping you pull the shirt over your head and tossing it onto the sand.
The sea breeze hit your bare back, but before you could shiver, Nero’s hands settled gingerly against your waist. His hands were huge, rough from wrenching on engines, and scorching against your skin.
You reached down, wrapping your fingers around his wrists. Slowly, you lifted his hands off your waist and guided him upward over your sides, pressing them flat against your chest.
Nero's air seized in his throat.
As your breasts rose against his hands, his thumbs brushed over your hardened nipples, firm in the early morning air. His eyelids closed for a second, his fingers flexing to mold to your shape with tentative pressure.
"God," he muttered, his eyes opening, dark and wide.
"Take your shirt off," you whispered.
Nero didn't argue. He let go of your chest, grabbed the back of his shirt, and pulled it over his head in one fluid motion.
The moonlight hit his chest and shoulders. You shifted forward, bringing your bare chest against his. The cold wind vanished, trapped out by the solid weight of his body pressed against yours.
Nero’s arms wrapped tight around your back, pulling you down until there was zero space left between you. You reached up, burying your fingers into his hair, and pulled him into a deep kiss.
"I love you, Nero," you murmured against his mouth. "I love you so much."
Nero pulled back just enough to look at you, his breathing uneven. "You have no idea what you're doing to me," he said, pressing his forehead against yours.
His hands slid down your back, settling firmly onto your ass. His thumbs pressed into your skin as he guided your alignment over him, bringing you right against the solid length of his erection through his pants.
A quiet smile tugged at your lips. You leaned in, your mouth an inch from his ear.
"I do, Nero," you whispered.
He held still with visible effort, his neck and cheekbones flushing as a low growl escaped him.
"You're playing with fire," he muttered.
You smoothed your hands over his shoulders, letting your touch settle him. "Hey," you whispered softly. "Easy."
Nero let out a long breath, resting back against the wool blanket.
Your hands glided down to his belt. Your fingers hesitated, trembling as the reality of the moment set in. Nero caught the movement, his gaze dropping to your hands.
"Can I finish undressing you?" you asked quietly.
Without a word, Nero reached up, wrapping his hand gently over the backs of yours to steady you. "Yeah, of course. Whatever you want."
He stayed completely still while you guided the tongue out of the buckle. You unbuttoned his pants, your fingers brushing the hot skin of his lower stomach. Nero lifted his hips just enough for you to push the denim down his thighs, kicking them off onto the sand.
Then you removed your pants, and settled back down onto his lap.
You reached down between your bodies, your palm cupping the weight of his cock. Your fingers closed around him, feeling the velvety softness and the low rush of his pulse.
Nero's entire body went taut. A sensual gasp tore from his throat, his hips hitching up before he locked his muscles tight. His hands went against the blanket, his fingers gripping the fabric so hard the strain showed in his forearms.
You looked up, meeting his eyes. "I do this to you?"
"Who else?" he rasped out, his voice broken and stripped of any remaining armor. "Who the hell else would make me feel like this?"
You kept your hand wrapped around him, slowly stroking him. "Nero? Have you ever... touched yourself? Thinking about me?"
Nero froze.
A flush surged up his neck, burning deep across his cheekbones and ears. A choked sound escaped him, his eyes wide in mortified shock.
"God," he groaned, dropping the back of his head onto the blanket. "You are ruthless tonight."
"Tell me," you murmured, squeezing him gently.
Nero gritted his teeth, looking up at you in pure surrender.
"Three nights ago," he confessed, his voice rough. "In the shower back at the shop after that contract in Red Grave. I was exhausted, but I couldn't get the sound of your voice out of my head." He swallowed hard, his chest rising and falling. "And last week. In the back of the van while you were sleeping in the passenger seat. I had to bite my own tongue so you wouldn't hear me."
The admission hung in the night air, unshielded.
"Don't move," you whispered, looking down into his eyes.
Nero locked up instantly. His mouth set tight, his breath catching in his throat, obeying you completely even as he was actively losing his mind with you.
You shifted up over his lap, bringing your knees closer to his sides. Slowly, you dipped two fingers into your own slickness, spreading the warm moisture carefully over yourself and tracing down the head of his dick. Nero let out a groan, his chest heaving before he forced himself down again.
You wrapped your hand firmly around the base of his cock, guiding him straight to your opening. Taking a deep breath, you moved.
You pushed down, taking his full width in one continuous motion to get the initial stretch over with.
A high gasp left your lips as the burning ache bloomed in your core. You froze, your hands moving and pressing against his chest as your body adjusted to the fullness of him.
Nero went rigid beneath you. He closed his eyes as he fought for breath.
"You okay?" he choked out through gritted teeth. "Tell me you're okay."
You let out a shaky breath, feeling the sting fade into a deep, throbbing warmth. "I'm okay," you whispered, leaning forward so your chest brushed his. "I've got you."
Nero let out a long shudder, his hands finally tearing free from the blanket to wrap firm and possessive around your waist. "Jesus Christ," he muttered. "You're gonna kill me."
You lifted your hips an inch and slid back down. The friction was instant and intense. A loud moan tore straight from your throat, echoing out over the crash of the waves.
"Nero..." you gasped out, your fingers digging into his shoulders. "God... so deep..."
Nero let out a moan, his eyes focused on where your bodies met.
"Reach up," you breathed, setting a slow, rolling pace over him. "Touch me, Nero. Touch all of me."
Nero's hands slid up your body. He cupped your breasts again, his thumbs rubbing over your hardened peaks to match the rhythm of your hips. His own rose instinctively to meet you, his breathing turning ragged.
"You're driving me out of my damn mind," he rasped out, his hands sliding up to frame your face. "Hearing you say that... fuck—keep moving like that. Don't stop."
The rhythm shifted. You lifted your hips, setting a faster, deeper pace. The friction was relentless, hot and deep, sending a delicious shiver straight through your body.
Down beneath you, Nero’s breathing completely shattered. His back arched off the blanket, his hands dropping to grip your hips, digging in tight to brace himself.
"Slow down," he choked out, his voice broken. "Jesus, slow down... I'm not gonna last if you keep doing that."
You leaned forward, burying your fingers into his hair, driving down onto him again. "Hold on," you gasped against his mouth. "Nero, please... just hold on. I'm almost there."
He couldn't stop moving his hips to meet you, his body reacting to yours on pure instinct. Panic flashed across his eyes as the edge caught him completely off guard.
"I can't," Nero choked out, his breath coming in fast. He tried to shift his hips back, his mouth tight. "I'm at the edge... I have to pull out."
You gripped his shoulders, locking your thighs around his hips to hold him firm right where he was.
"No," you breathed, looking straight into his wild eyes. "No pulling out, Nero. I want all of you. Every bit of it. I love you."
Nero froze, as your words washed over him. Whatever thin thread of discipline he had left snapped cleanly in two.
"God damn it," he whispered, crushed under total surrender.
His arms wrapped fiercely around your back, pinning you against his chest as he thrust upward one final, deep time, burying himself as far as he could go as he spilled himself inside of you.
You tried to arch off his lap, your hands clawing into his shoulders, completely lost in the overwhelming fullness of him.
"Nero," you gasped out against his neck. "Please... please don't stop."
Nero's breathing instantly caught. Panic flashed through him. "Wait," he choked out, his voice thick and wrecked. "Did I... did I ruin it? Did you not—"
"No, Nero—"
He didn't even let you finish. The thought of leaving you unfulfilled was unacceptable.
Without a second of hesitation, Nero’s arms wrapped even tighter around your back. He pulled you down, locking you to his body, and forced his hips up into yours again.
Nero let out a soft, strained whimper the second he moved. His body was already completely hyper sensitive from finishing, and continuing to thrust through it sent a wave of pleasure crashing over him. A helpless sound slipped through his teeth as he drove up into you with relentless, desperate purpose.
"I've got you," Nero rasped out, his chest heaving, his voice breaking on every word. "I've—I've got you..."
He set a deep, heavy pace, his hips pushing up to meet you despite the sheer overload making him shudder beneath you. Your moans shattered in time with every firm push of his body.
The coil in your stomach snapped. Your body convulsed around him, a breathless cry tearing from your lips as your release crashed over you in euphoric waves.
The sudden, pulsing contraction of your pussy around his cock was the final straw. Nero’s moaning wrung straight from his chest as he came undone all over again.
He held you impossibly tight against his body, his large hands buried in your hair and back, his whole frame trembling under yours.
"Tell me..." Nero whispered into your hair, his voice raspy and completely ruined. "Tell me you got what you wanted."
You pressed a soft kiss to his collarbone. "I got everything."
The silence settled over the dark beach, except for the steady crash of the ocean and the sound of his breathing beneath you.
A gust of sea air whipped across the blanket, making a shiver run down your spine. Nero caught it instantly.
Without opening his eyes, he reached out onto the sand, snagging the edge of the blanket, tossing it over your shoulders. He shifted his body onto his side, pulling you close so he blocked the ocean wind entirely.
The heat rolling off his skin was staggering.
Nero let out a quiet exhale through his nose. His hand came up to your head, his fingers threading through your hair, stroking in slow lines. He pressed a warm, lingering kiss against the top of your forehead.
"You shivering?" he murmured into the dark.
"No," you whispered, pressing your face closer into his warm neck. "You're like a furnace."
A subtle warmth softened his features. He rested his chin on top of your head.
"Good," He tightened his grip on you just a fraction more, burying his face into your hair. "Because I'm not letting you go anytime soon."
You stayed together in the dark until the bitter coastal chill finally seeped through the blanket. Nero moved first, grunting softly as he sat up and helped you gather your clothes. The air hit your skin like needles as you dressed, shaking the salt and sand out of your shirt while Nero pulled on his boots and shook out the wool blanket. He guided you up the dunes to the van, blasting the heater the moment the ignition turned over. You collapsed into the passenger seat, drowning in the warmth of his oversized leather coat he gave you while Nero drove through the dawn in quiet, exhausted peace, his hand resting gently on your knee the entire two hours back to Red Grave.
The gray light of morning was just breaking over the city when the van pulled into the alley behind Devil May Cry.
The engine killed with a shudder. Nero sat in the driver's seat for a second, resting his forehead against the steering wheel before looking sideways at you, a soft warmth in his eyes.
"Come on," he muttered gently. "Let's get you inside before the city wakes up."
He pushed his door open, walked around to your side, and opened it before you could touch the handle.
When you swung your legs out and stepped down onto the concrete, an ache flared through your thighs and lower back. Your knees wobbled for a second, your stride coming out stiff and off balance.
Nero caught you instantly. His arm wrapped around your waist, taking half your weight before your feet could slip. His eyes widened, his cheeks turning a dark, guilty red.
"Damn it," he grumbled under his breath, his forehead creasing in a flustered scowl. "I should've been more careful. You're barely walking."
"I'm fine, Nero," you whispered, "Just... a little sore."
"Yeah, no kidding," he muttered, holding you tight against his side as he guided you toward the back door. "Just lean on me. Don't push it."
He unlocked the back door as quietly as he could, slipping inside and pulling you into the hallway of the shop. You made it halfway to the wooden staircase leading up to the private apartment when the floor creaked loud under Nero's steps.
"Early morning, kid."
Nero froze dead in his tracks. His hand on you tightened instantly.
Over on the leather sofa in the main office area, Dante was slouched back with his feet kicked up over the side. He had an open pizza box balanced on his lap. He didn't even turn his head, slowly taking a bite of cold pepperoni as he squinted at the two of you.
Dante's eyes drifted down to where Nero was practically carrying you, then up to your wind messy hair, and finally to the way you were shifting your weight from foot to foot.
A slow smirk spread across Dante's face.
"Must've been one hell of a job out by the coast," Dante drawled out lazily, taking his time to chew. "Looks like somebody took a real beating out there. Need me to call an ambulance, or are you two just gonna stand there looking guilty?"
Nero’s neck turned bright crimson, the dark flush surging straight up to the tips of his ears.
"Shut up, Dante!" Nero barked, his voice cracking slightly with mortified fury.
"Hey now," Dante replied smoothly, raising his hands in mock innocence while his smirk widened into a full grin. "Just observing. You're walking a little stiff there, kid. Both of you."
"I said shut the hell up!" Nero growled through gritted teeth.
Without giving Dante another second to open his mouth, Nero hooked his arm under your knees and swept you up into his arms in one protective motion. He turned his back on Dante, carrying you up the stairs two at a time while Dante let out an amused whistle from downstairs.
Nero kicked his bedroom door open, carried you inside, and kicked it shut behind him, cutting off the rest of the shop completely.
He set you down gently on the edge of his unmade bed, standing over you while he let out a long breath. He ran a hand through his hair, his face still burning red as he looked down at you.
"Idiot," Nero muttered under his breath, though a small laugh escaped his lips as he dropped to his knees in front of you.
He leaned forward, resting his forehead against your knees, his hands coming up to hold you with tenderness.
"Don't listen to him," Nero rasped out softly, looking up into your eyes with devotion. "You're safe up here. Just rest."
You reached down, your fingers tangling into his hair, gently pulling his face up so you could see him properly. The red on his ears was still fading.
"Stop hovering," you whispered, a faint smile tugging at your lips. "Get in bed. Fall asleep next to me."
Nero blinked up at you. All the sharp defensive energy he had carried since the front door melted away into exhaustion.
"Yeah," he said softly. "Yeah, okay."
He stood up, removing his shoes and pants.
Nero pulled back the blankets on his bed, carefully helping you slide down into the sheets before crawling in right beside you.
The second he was settled, he pulled you in close. His arm wrapped firm around you, hauling your back against his warm front, his legs tangling with yours under the quilt.
You shifted in his arms, turning around in the narrow space until you were facing him. You reached up, resting your hand against his chest, feeling the slow beat of his heart.
You leaned up and pressed a gentle, lingering kiss to his lips. He leaned into it immediately, his mouth soft and warm under yours, a quiet, contented sigh escaping his nose.
"I love you, Nero,"
Nero’s eyes fluttered open just an inch, dark and shining with devotion. He pulled you closer, burying his face into your neck, his lips pressing a long, warm kiss to your skin.
"I love you, too," Nero whispered, "More than anything."
His breathing slowed down almost instantly, turning deep and steady against your collarbone. His arm stayed locked over you as the morning sun began to creep through the dusty window frame.
Safe in his arms, you closed your eyes and let the warmth pull you straight to sleep.