Tony Redgrave: Devil Arms Dealer

Nero of course agreed to be on his best behaviour while Tony was teaching him. Even being as sheltered as he was, Nero was fully aware of the dangers that came with using weapons. He didn’t have to be told twice to behave and listen to Tony in this case, and he knew that if he did misbehave Tony wouldn’t hesitate to stop the lessons.

When they arrived to the island it became apparent right away that Nero was overdressed for the new climate, and he couldn’t wait to change into something more suitable. Luckily they hadn’t spent much time outside of the plane or the limo that picked them up yet, but Nero knew if he stayed in his current clothes for much longer he would end up sweaty and uncomfortable.

Nero stood watching quietly as Tony handed over the key to the place Max would be staying, away from them. It was expected considering even at home Max had his own house on their property, but Nero couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off about the other man and had been since the hospital, and he worried about leaving him on his own. Max was entitled to his privacy though, so there was nothing he could do about it.

He stood on tiptoe to give Max a soft kiss in return for the one on his cheek, giving the man a small smile. ‘Have a good nap, Max. I love you.’

Once the door to their beach house was unlocked Nero stepped inside, sparing a concerned glance back at Max before the door closed behind himself and Tony. He placed Bianca’s carrier down gently on the floor and opened it, freeing her once more so she could run off and explore the house.

'A shower sounds nice, doesn’t it Daddy?’ Nero straightened, turning to look at Tony. He hadn’t gotten to take a bath with Max given the circumstances, and he was sweaty now besides. 'You’ll come with me, right? Please?’

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Shortly after, Nero sat naked in the bathroom while Tony got the shower started and waited for the water to reach a good temperature so they could get in together. It hadn’t taken much convincing at all for Nero to get his lover to join him, and Nero was glad for this small bit of normality after everything that had happened.

'Can I wash you please? And you can do me after.’ It was unintentional, but Nero giggled a little at the double entendre nonetheless. He was feeling a bit better now, and the shower was sure to help as well.

Meanwhile, Max had fallen asleep again shortly after he got into his own cabin and his head hit the pillow. It was partly exhaustion, but a lot of it was the remnants of whatever dope they had to give him for surgery the night before. Everything had happened so fast he hadn’t any time to process his thoughts, which is why they came in nightmares instead. 

In his cold sweat he dreamt that Nero was the one to get stabbed and not him. That he had failed to save him, failed to do the one job he was born to do. His senses seemed heightened even in his dreams, he could smell the blood and feel the pain all over again. Then his eyes snapped open and he sat bolt-upright. 

It was ok, he was ok, he was on the island in a sun-lit room, a window open and a soft breeze coming in. He looked at the billowing curtain for a few moments then jumped out of bed and slammed the window closed. It had been an open window that started all this, and his failed observation of that and closing it earlier. He didn’t think he’d ever leave a bedroom window open ever again. 

Even if Tony hadn’t meant it that way, Nero couldn’t help but feel a bit scolded by his lover’s response about vacationing. He didn’t understand the details about Tony’s work, mostly because he’d never been allowed to know much about it. Nero complained about it sometimes but he knew it was only that way out of Tony’s desire to protect him. Unfortunately it also meant he might ask some slightly foolish questions, like he had now.

Nero had been fully prepared for Tony to refuse to let him learn how to use a gun, so to hear the other not only agree with it but also offer to teach Nero personally came as a huge surprise to him. The answer came with new concerns though, leaving Nero with mixed feelings about it.

He wanted to ask how long exactly a while would be, but at the same time he was too afraid to know, and ultimately he agreed that Max needed a break. For now Nero kept the question to himself, figuring it would come up on its own in time.

‘I didn’t think you would want to, Daddy, and you’re always busy.’ Nero had to admit he felt happier than he probably should have at the idea of being taught by Tony himself. Of course he’d known that his lover was skilled in combat, but Nero had never seen it first hand. The thought of it thrilled him.

'You’ll really teach me? You promise?’

“I do regret always being busy, maybe if I hadn’t been, none of this would have happened.” He sighed, there was no point dwelling on that now, what’s done is done. “Yes, I promise. But you need to be a good boy and listen too, none of your usual bratty behavior when I’m teaching you about weapons. That’s literally a life or death thing.” 

It was important that if Nero wanted to learn, he take it seriously. “You better buckle up now, we’re about to land.” 

Tony spoke to Max, waking him from his nap. “We’re here, sleeping beauty.” 

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The island was exactly how Tony remembered it, and that’s why he liked it so much. No matter what was going on in the world he could return to this little slice of paradise where time seemed to stop and everything was just as he left it.

They’d stepped off the plane and another limo took them to beach house, but already Tony was feeling the difference in heat and could feel himself sweating through his dress shirt as they walked to the front door.

“Maxim, here’s the key to your bungalow, I know you like your own space.” Max hadn’t said much of anything at all since leaving the hospital and Tony was concerned for him. It was never a good thing when Max retreated into himself and didn’t share what he was thinking.

“Thank you.” Max said softly and leaned in to give Nero a kiss on the cheek. “I think I will shower and then continue my nap if that’s ok with you.” 

‘Why are you always so reluctant to take a vacation, Daddy? You work too hard.’

Nero had settled comfortably next to Tony after making sure Max was okay, Bianca now free from her carrier and curled up happily on his lap. She’d been just as excited to see Nero as he had been to see her, and she provided a welcome distraction from thinking about what’d happened at the mansion.

He shrugged slightly at Tony’s question, leaning closer to the other man and giving a small amused smile at Bianca’s reaction to him. It always felt like she could pick up on Tony’s negative opinion of her. 'I feel better now. Just tired.’ Nero gave Bianca a good scritch between her ears while he spoke, the sound of her purring helping him to relax further.

'I was really scared.. I knew there was always a chance of something like that happening, but..’ He paused with a frown. 'I don’t know what I would’ve done if Max wasn’t there. Or.. or if he hadn’t left his gun downstairs with me.’ Max hadn’t done it on purpose, Nero knew that, but without it and with Max as badly injured as he was things would’ve gone way worse than they had.

'Um..’ Nero had been thinking about something for a little while now, but he was afraid to voice it, knowing how Tony usually felt about such things. 'I know you won’t like it, but.. do you think Max could teach me how to use a gun..? Properly, I mean.’

“I’m reluctant because my work demands my presence. If I don’t take care of all the loose devil arms floating around out there, I’m afraid they’ll end up in the wrong hands. Besides, I’m looking for certain ones I’ve lost throughout the years, I have to be at the drops to check them over.” He looked over at Nero to make sure he was still listening, “Now I know you don’t want to hear about my work and all the boring details. But that’s mostly why. And those arms are worth a fortune to some, which is why I figure we were attacked in the first place.” 

That was the best he had to go on for now anyway. Tony considered what Nero said, it wasn’t like Maxim to leave his gun unattended, especially not with Nero close by. This time it had worked out, not the best of the scenarios, but at least they were alive. 

“Nero,” Tony’s brows knitted together. “You know what I don’t want you around guns, it scares the shit out of me, to be honest with you. Thinking of your delicate hands holding a dangerous weapon.” But he sighed, as much as he hated to admit it, Nero had a point. “You may be right though, it wouldn’t hurt for you to know how to protect yourself.” 

Nero looked between Max and Tony as they spoke to each other, slightly puzzled about what they both meant. It was clear now that the transfusion had helped Max to heal much more quickly than normal, but what Nero was hearing now made it sound like Tony’s blood may have affected Max in other ways as well. Nero had little understanding of how things like that worked, but he hoped there would be no negative changes at least, if anything had changed at all.

He was simultaneously relieved and slightly dismayed at the news that they wouldn’t be returning home just yet. As Tony had said, there was no guarantee that their house was safe right now, and Nero was a bit afraid of how being back there would affect him mentally. On the other hand, he longed to sleep in his own bed again after being stuck in the hospital for several hours.

Another good reason for wanting to return home to the mansion was brought up by Tony then. Bianca. Nero hadn’t had much time to think about her when he was so worried about Max being okay. She knew all the best hiding spots in the mansion, and the gunshots would’ve likely scared her into one of them, so though Nero had still been concerned for her he knew she was smart enough to stay out of danger. He didn’t want to be away from her any longer though.

‘Did they pack all of her things? We’ll need the litter box, and litter, and food, and.. and she needs her favourite toys.’ Nero knew he sounded like a mother hen right now, but it was nice to be able to worry about something other than Max, now that he knew the other was alive and well.

'What about Max’s cats? Someone has to feed them.’

Tony sighed, he knew Nero was going to get into a tizzy over this. “Nero, please, by now you should know I think of everything. We can also buy new things when we get there. The staff isn’t leaving the mansion, they know good and well what to do for Max’s feral friends the same as any other time we go away.” 

Nero’s love for that damn cat was immeasurable, Tony knew that, and if it kept him happy then fine, she’d come along. “I’m pretty sure her favorite thing is lying on my expensive suits and getting them covered in cat fluff, so she’s good.” 

Max couldn’t help but smile, the familiar talk about Bianca getting on Tony’s nerves felt good to hear. “Let’s go, yes? Before they decided to experiment on me further.” 

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Tony sat peering out the window of the jet at the endless clouds as Nero sat next to him with that furry beast he called a cat on his lap. The boy seemed much happier and calm now as Max slept behind them and the jet sailed through the sky with only a quiet hum to prove the engine was working. 

“It’ll be good to get away regardless, I’ve been putting it off for far too long.” He didn’t want to be forced into a vacation like this, but it was the hand he was dealt. He would deal with the intruder that lived and fortifying the mansion when they got back. 

Nero was momentarily taken aback both by Max being up and active and by the other man’s uncharacteristic behaviour once he and Tony had entered the hospital room he was in. Nero couldn’t remember ever seeing Max cry before, and definitely not like this, though now knowing Max and Tony’s past it seemed only natural that the two of them could be this way with each other sometimes too. Max seeming unencumbered by his injury however was still a mystery to Nero, but he much preferred it over having to see the other bed-bound and weak.

It felt wrong almost to desire comforting from a man who so clearly needed it badly himself, and for that reason Nero had hesitated to approach Max while he and Tony embraced. He didn’t want to interrupt their moment, but the choice to stay on the sidelines was taken from him when Max reached over to grab him and pull him into a hug between all three of them. Nero couldn’t hold back his own tears any longer then, and he pressed as close to Max as he could while he began to cry.

‘Max, I-I.. I thought.. I thought you were gonna die..’ Thankfully the worst had not happened and Max had managed to pull through despite everything, and Tony had played no small part in that. Nero had to let Max know. 'Without Daddy’s help, you.. you probably would have..’

Max looked at Tony with a serious, curious look in his eyes. “What does he mean? What did you do?” It was so like Tony to go above and beyond, and that sometimes worried Max, as Tony would often do this for someone he cared about at his own cost. 

Tony gave him a small smile. “You lost a lot of blood, and human blood isn’t something they keep on hand here, for obvious reasons. So, you needed mine. And it looks like it worked.” 

Max felt gratitude in his heart, and relief that he hadn’t dreamt the whole ordeal, but some other things where starting to make sense too. His heightened senses for one. “What does this mean for me?” 

Tony shook his head, “It’s the first time this has been done, at least to anyone I’ve ever known or heard of. You lived, and that’s what matters. We’ll have to take the rest at it goes.” 

Max nodded, then looked at Nero. “I think we should continue this reunion outside of this hospital, yes?” 

Nero had been very reluctant to go to sleep out of fear of having nightmares, but after being coaxed into bed by Tony and laying safe in his lover’s arms he’d fallen asleep almost immediately, a testament to just how exhausted he’d been. It was a small blessing that his slumber went undisturbed for the time being, with Nero even managing to sleep through Tony’s multiple awakenings and eventual departure from the bed, though he’d whined a bit at that.

It was only later when Tony’s phone rang that Nero was finally roused from his deep slumber. He was alarmed at first to find himself alone in bed, but any panic he felt was swiftly swept away when he discovered Tony was still in the room with him. Nero sat up, still feeling bone-tired but at least a little bit better than before, and regarded Tony while he rubbed sleepily at his eyes.

‘Is everything okay, Daddy..?’

It wasn’t unusual for Tony to be out of bed before him, but Nero somehow doubted his lover had gotten much sleep at all. The break-in had taken its toll on all of them, but none so bad as Max. Nero was still incredibly concerned about the man’s well-being, and he hoped that if the phone call was about him it wasn’t any bad news.

Max was still not feeling quite himself. They tried to feed him but he wasn’t hungry, then they told him that his injury was barely a problem at all and that he’d be free to go home with Tony and Nero that very day. His head was swimming; had he imagined all the blood? No. He knew he’d been dying in Nero’s arms, he was sure of it. The blackness had been too real, too painful to have been a nightmare of some kind. None of it made any sense at all. 

He was sitting on the side of his bed, still in his hospital gown with his legs hanging over the side. The nurse had returned and removed his monitors and IV. Now he was just waiting for his family, because that’s what Nero and Tony were, his family, there was no doubt about that now. 

Then he heard faint voices. Tony’s voice. Then Max swore he could smell him. Tony’s familiar cologne filling his nose. Did he miss him that much that he was imagining him being near? Max shook his head, perhaps he had a concussion of some kind, even though he was told he was fine. It wasn’t occurring to him that he was smelling Tony’s scent long before he ever saw him in person.

Then they walked through the door Tony was opening his arms to him. Max all but flew into his arms. Tears that he didn’t know he’d been holding onto all this time came flooding out of him like a stream as he pressed his face into Tony’s neck. In that moment Max was just as much Tony’s boy as Nero was. He needed it, needed this man to comfort him. It was the only way Max knew that  it was really going to be ok. 

He reached out then and his hand grabbed Nero by whatever sweatshirt the boy seemed to be wearing, and pulled him forcefully into the hug. He squeezed them both and kissed them both. “Nero, I am so glad you are well. I did not know what happened to you.” He cleared his throat as best he could. 

Nero wanted to believe it wasn’t his fault, he really did. He understood what Tony was saying and ultimately his lover was probably right, but some of the blame had to lie with Nero, didn’t it? He would feel that way no matter what Tony said, but it was reassuring to know that even if Nero himself felt responsible for what had happened, Tony at least didn’t blame him. He’d been so certain that his Daddy would be angry with him that it not being the case was a huge relief.

It was what Tony had to say next that finally got Nero to look at him properly, raising his head and wiping at his eyes. ‘H-He’s.. he’s really not dead..? I didn’t kill him?’ The man had certainly looked dead to Nero, but thinking back on it he realized he hadn’t taken the time to really look. He’d been too scared to, and too worried about Max to focus on anything else.

The man had deserved to die, but the knowledge that he’d killed someone had been weighing on Nero heavily this whole time and now that weight had been lifted from him with just a few words. Tony would be able to interrogate the man now and get answers about why they’d broken into the mansion, and whoever was responsible for it would be brought to justice. It was a far better outcome than the alternative.

Nero wrapped his arms around Tony, holding him tightly to offer his lover some comfort in return for all that Tony had given to him and to show him he was still here and safe. He pulled away briefly just enough to press a kiss to Tony’s lips.

'I love you too, Daddy.. if I didn’t have you here, I.. I don’t know what I would do..’

When Max next opened his eyes it was dark in his hospital room. For a moment and surge of panic struck in his heart; he had no idea where he was or what had happened. His hand reached out and grabbed the rail of his hospital bed as he sat bolt-upright. His chest heaved with his rapid breath. 

He did his best to calm himself down, to slow his breathing and try to figure out where he was. Max was certainly more fight than flight. Slowly, as he gained his composure, the previous night’s events started flooding back to him. The night with Nero, being inside him, cuddling on the couch...sweet moments that were ruined by a violent intruder crashing into their home. 

He reached down and touched his side, there was no pain which made this ordeal all the more confusing. He knows he was stabbed. He remembers getting injured, then getting cold, and he remembers the blood; so much blood; and Nero holding him and crying with all his might. 

Nero. Where was he? Was he ok? Where was Tony? His heartbeat surged again as he felt around for the call button. It was obvious, now that he remembered his altercation, that he was in a hospital. Luckily, even panic didn’t fray his logical thought. He pressed and pressed until a nurse arrived and flicked on a dim light. 

“Well, Mr. Nazarov, you’re awake, you gave us all quite a scare.” She walked over next to him and checked his monitors. 

“Where is Nero? And Tony?” His voice was a little dry and scratchy. He needed to see them right now. 

Neither Max nor the nurse had noticed his grip on the bed’s rail had the intents of his fingers left behind in the metal. 

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Tony dreamt all night and woke several times in a bit of a cold sweat. The worse case scenarios had played out in his dreams over and over with no sign of any relief. Finally, he decided to get up and put on some coffee. Nero had finally dozed, so he left the boy in peace for the time being. 

He leaned against the room’s window with his mug in his hand looking out at the coming sunrise and hoping that Maxim was rising with it. Then, his phone rang so suddenly he fumbled his coffee with a start. 

Nero tensed up slightly in Tony’s hold, shaking his head. His lover was trying to comfort him but it was only serving to make Nero feel worse about what he was about to say. He didn’t deserve any of Tony’s kindness. The other man was already stressed enough, and now Nero was going to add to that.

‘It’s not okay. Max is–’ He paused to take a deep but shaky breath, his hands coming up to cover his face. 'Max might.. m-might die because of me..’ The tears started coming for real now, and Nero had to force the rest of his confession out. 'I-I.. I left my window open again, Daddy.. a-and..’ He hoped Tony would be able to put two and two together from just that, because he didn’t have it in himself to finish that sentence.

It wouldn’t have been so bad if the intruders had taken advantage of a one time mistake, but this was something Nero had been reminded about multiple times, by both Tony and Max. He’d spent a lot of time thinking about this while he sat alone in the hospital, and this was the only conclusion Nero could come to for how they had gotten inside the mansion. It was all his fault, and now he would have to face the consequences one way or another.

“Nero...” Tony sighed, he hated to see his love hurting so much, “You couldn’t be more wrong. None of this is your fault, opening a window is a perfectly normal thing to do, and forgetting to close it is also a normal thing to do. There is no one to blame here except the men that broke into our home, I promise you that. This is not because of you.”

He got up then and knelt in front of Nero instead because he was having a hard time getting the boy to meet his eyes. “I just got some information. The man you shot isn’t dead, so no need to worry about that, he’s injured, but you only winged the side of his head when you shot him. And that’s good news, because that means I can get answers from him, and that you don’t have someone’s death on your mind. Even if they did deserve it.”

Tony was relieved to hear that news as well, just as much as Nero was because he knew Nero would carry that guilt forever no matter what. “You did good, you were protecting yourself, God only knows what he would have done to you. And the awful thought of losing Max is one thing, but if I lost you...” Tony didn’t even want to think about it, he was already so grateful that Nero didn’t get hurt in the break in.

Nero returned to his seat after he’d finished praying, feeling more than a little embarrassed about it. He didn’t really understand the why of it aside from Tony not having been raised the way he was, but his Daddy seemed uncomfortable with his praying. Nero was just glad he hadn’t been scolded for it this time.

‘Sorry Daddy, I know you don’t like that.’

They sat together quietly after that while they waited for someone to come back and inform them of what would happen next. Nero wasn’t feeling much like his usual talkative self and the adrenaline from the break in had mostly worn off by now, leaving him fighting back exhaustion. He’d nearly dozed off multiple times during their wait, each time shaking himself out of it. He was too afraid to sleep, knowing nightmares would surely plague him if he did.

When the nurse finally came back to tell them that there was a room set up for them, Nero stood with Tony and let the man pull him close. The nurse led them to a nice enough looking private room with a bed and a few other amenities and Nero sat on the bed once she’d left, rubbing at his eyes sleepily with a small frown. He had to wonder why the hospital staff hadn’t brought him here in the first place instead of leaving him in a hallway, and he was sure Tony was wondering the exact same thing.

Now that they were alone again and most likely would be for an extended period of time, Nero debated using that time to tell Tony his thoughts on how the intruders had entered their house. It felt wrong to keep it from him, but Nero was also worried that his lover would be angry with him. He didn’t know if he could handle that right now but if he put it off Nero wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to admit it.

'Daddy..’ Nero looked down at his lap, already feeling the sting of tears in his eyes. 'I.. it’s my fault, you know.. all of this..’

Tony was too wound up to sit or lay down just yet. He was still irritated and full of energy. He had to make some calls to his people and find out about the intruders and the crime scene. He also needed to contact his staff and have the maid bring Nero some of his own clothes, finally. God, he could go for a smoke and a drink right now, worse than ever before. 

He paced the room as he talked, sometimes quiet and listening, sometimes irritated and angry all over again. After what seemed like far too long he finally finished with a curt “Keep me updated...and bring Nero’s damn clothes immediately.”

Nero sat and listened to Tony’s story quietly with rapt attention, and it wasn’t long before he was tearing up at what was being told to him. It hurt his heart to know that someone he loved very much was treated so horribly in the past. Due to his own experiences Nero knew full well that the world they lived in was home to some truly awful people, but there would always be people like Tony as well, who didn’t stand idly by when they encountered an injustice they had the means to fix.

Tony had his faults of course, just as anyone did, but Nero would never consider him to be a bad person. Not now at least, when they’d been together for a long while and Nero knew him much better than he had early on. Back then neither of them had understood the other, and Nero had thought of Tony as bad and had acted accordingly. Over time however, he’d come to accept that the other hadn’t taken him away from a good life but had instead saved him from a terrible one, just as Nero now knew he’d saved Max before. It was no wonder why Max was so loyal to him.

Nero was fully crying by the time Tony finished his tale, and he swore to give Max the biggest hug possible and kiss each and every one of his tattoos when he got the chance to, now that he knew what hid beneath them. He’d known Max had his fair share of scars of course, but Nero had always figured they’d just come from his job, and not something like this. Maybe it was a bad thing to think, but he was glad Tony had let him kill the people who’d hurt him.

He could never be scared of Max, not even while knowing all that he was capable of and had done in the past. Nero loved him far too much for that. It was more of a comfort than anything to know what Max was willing and able to do. There was no better person out there to protect him when Tony wasn’t around to.

The sudden sound of a buzzer made Nero jump slightly, and he wiped at his eyes with his free hand when the nurse came in, sniffling softly. He hoped nothing would go wrong with the blood transfusion, but Tony was right. Max was a fighter and had survived worse than this. That alone made Nero feel a little more optimistic.

He was more than a bit taken aback at Tony’s suggestion of praying, but truth be told he did still do it on occasion in secret, even despite knowing the religion he’d grown up believing in wasn’t real and had been used to manipulate him. Speaking to Sparda should feel foolish now, but it made Nero feel better to do so sometimes. If Tony was allowing it now, then surely there was no harm in trying it.

‘I-I.. if you’re sure, Daddy, then.. I will, if that’s okay..’

He bowed his head and let his eyes slip closed, contemplating for a moment whether he should speak his prayers out loud or spare Tony from having to hear it, knowing how the other felt about such things. Ultimately Nero decided it was best to let Tony hear what he had to say as well, even if it might seem stupid to him, and he began speaking softly.

'Savior, I.. I know I don’t really deserve anything from you, but if.. if you could just give me one thing in return for all that was done to me in your name, then.. please. Please don’t take Max away from us.’ He paused to sniffle again, tears making their way down his cheeks once more from his closed eyes. 'Please let him make it through this okay. He d-doesn’t.. he shouldn’t have to die like this..’

Tony hadn’t expected Nero to drop to his knees at that very instant and start praying, he was being mostly sarcastic, but if it didn’t help he supposed it couldn’t hurt. It would make Nero feel better anyway, make the boy feel like he was helping in some way.

It was still unreal and utterly foolish to Tony that The Order of The Sword had made Sparda a god. A powerful demon knight he was, sure, but this was Tony’s, Dante’s, father. He might have once saved humanity from a demon uprising, but he was still the same ‘ol’ man’ that would chastise Dante for hitting his brother in the head with a beach ball. Or the same man that loved his human mother more than anything else on earth. It some ways he was very simple. Tony knew that Sparda would hate to know humans were worshipping him for more than he was. Maybe he’d tell Nero someday, or maybe not. Not only was it for Nero’s safety that he’d think of Tony only as Tony, but by now Nero might hate him forever after that if he knew the truth and all the lies that went into sustaining it. Tony also wasn’t Dante anymore, he was a different man entirely, it was a lifetime ago. 

“Uh, that’s great Nero.” Tony really didn’t what to say about the power of prayer.

The nurse came back in about twenty minutes later and told Tony he was free to move now as he pleased. “We have set up one of the hostel rooms for you and your partner, it might be best for you both to get some rest. The procedure with your friend will take several hours.

Nero followed closely beside Tony as they were led away to the exam room, holding onto his lover’s arm like a lifeline while they walked. Tony was quite obviously unhappy with the hospital staff, and understandably so, but each time he turned his attention to Nero there wasn’t a trace of it in his voice or body language. Nero was glad for the other’s gentleness with him, but he couldn’t help but wonder if he would still be acting like that if he was aware of Nero’s blame in all this.

For now at least, Nero would take the kindness while he could still get it. He would have to be honest with Tony later on when there was time for the two of them to speak privately, no matter what the outcome might be.

When they arrived to the exam room Nero sat next to Tony, somehow managing the tiniest of smiles despite everything when Tony held his hand. Though he wanted to be able to look at his Daddy while they spoke, the first sign of blood flowing from the other man’s arm made him feel sick to his stomach and he was forced to look away, instead choosing to fix his gaze down at the floor. He nodded, trying to have faith that things would go well.

‘Okay daddy.’

What came next was more than a little surprising to Nero, and he looked up at Tony, the surprise no doubt written all over his face.

'You’ll.. you’ll really tell me?’

Nero had always wanted to hear this particular story but it’d never felt right to ask either Tony or Max himself, so to have it offered now was completely unexpected. He supposed now was as good a time as any for it to be told though, considering the circumstances.

'I do wanna hear it. Please.’ Sad parts and all, because even if bad things had happened to them in the past, there was comfort in knowing they were all happy together now, and Nero wished more than anything that it would stay that way.

Tony nodded. “I was on a deal with a shady bunch of characters in Russia. The meeting was underneath a pier, near the water. It was damp and smelled of the ocean, but these particular gangsters had a made a name for themselves and were looking to unload some devil arms they had no use for. Being human that didn’t even know how to activate them. So, through some particular channels, word got back to me and I was interested enough to go have a look myself.

The weapons themselves weren’t anything I hadn’t seen before, and these mobsters were complete idiots when it came to business, so I was able to handle it easily and with little cost to me. But it was the young man in the corner that caught my eye. He was leashed and chained with heavy iron, it was obvious that he was there as a guard dog; and I don’t mean that figuratively.

One look at him was enough to see that he was strained to the end of his tethers and ready to rip the moment he was given the word. They were obviously feeding him, he was toned and strong, but they spoke to him like an animal. That was Max, as I’m sure you’ve figured out.” Tony gave a small, sad smile thinking back on that fateful day.

“I asked them how much for the boy, and at first they laughed, unwilling to part with their trained weapon, but I offered such a ridiculous sum they were gob-smacked and accepted. But it was under the exception that I not let him loose until they were well out of the area. That told me they feared him, and from the fire in his eyes, they were right to.

This was before Max had his tattoos. What you don’t know is that most of them are to cover scars from his extreme torture from his masters. They did in fact treat him like a dog, but an abused one. He’d been stabbed, burnt, kicked, you name it and they had done it to him.” Tony winced, “I think the extent of his abuse is for Max himself to tell you, but it was bad and didn’t end with the physical. With a body like his, well, you can venture a guess.”

His hold on Nero’s hand tightened. “You know me, and you know I didn’t listen to that warning. I knew these men were scum and it was obvious that whatever they’d been doing to Max was unspeakable. That’s what drew me to him, but I also knew he was dangerous. So, I let him go immediately.” These things were hard for Tony to tell Nero, because it was so far removed from the Max he knew. “As soon as I let the collar off he moved so fast that I was impressed a human could move with such speed. Apparently, he had pocketed a bone from a previous meal and sharpened it to a blade. He slit the throats of those men, six of them in all, before I even knew what was happening. And definitely before they did.” There was a note of pride to his voice then, as violent as the act was.

“Max was the opposite of you, Nero. Where as you had trouble doing what you were told, Max had trouble understanding he didn’t need to be told. He wouldn’t eat unless given permission, he wouldn’t go to the bathroom, he wouldn’t speak unless spoken to. It was three months before he even told me his name, and then I knew he could not only speak but that he’d been fluent in English this whole time and was watching fumble over Russian words. It was a long road to rehabilitation, and in that time we grew closer and learned to learn on each other. And while we were never “in love” we did, and do, love each other.”

Tony didn’t know what the point to telling Nero all this was, really, and there was a lot more to tell he was sure, but the fact remains that Maxim was a fighter from the start and had survived worse things than this. “He’s a good man, Nero, as dangerous as he can be, as deadly as he is, he’s never hurt a human or a demon that didn’t deserve it. The only way he would do that is if I asked him to, and I never would.” He didn’t want Nero to be scared of this story, so it was important to him to point all this out.

Just then a buzzer went off and a nurse reappeared. “Looks like you’re all done.” She said with a smile, “But please remain in your seat for a while longer, you’ve given a lot, you don’t want to risk walking around just yet.”

Tony nodded, “How long until he gets the blood?”

“As soon as possible, Mr. Redgrave, he’s prepped and ready.”

Even though Tony had only just arrived, his presence was already providing Nero with an immense amount of comfort, especially when his lover had taken him into his arms and held him so tightly as he cried. It was like Nero had finally found shelter in a storm, and he only hoped that he was giving Tony a similar feeling. Though the other would probably never show it, and certainly not in the way Nero himself did, Nero knew Tony had to be shaken up and worried about what’d happened as well.

Nero shrugged in response to Tony’s questions, averting his gaze so he wouldn’t have to look him in the eyes. He didn’t care about his clothes or anything else, all Nero cared about was Max. Tony would probably prefer to hear at least some sort of verbal answer however, so Nero gave the only one he could say with any certainty.

‘I’m not hurt..’

He sat back down in his chair obediently when guided to, listening to Tony as he spoke. He wished he could believe that Max would make it out of this okay, but it was easy for Tony to say so when he hadn’t seen the other the way Nero had. There’d been so much blood, and Max had grown more and more pale as time passed, the life fading from him quickly. He wished he’d been the one to get hurt instead.

When the doctor arrived and began discussing Max’s condition with Tony, Nero pulled the blanket around himself tightly once more and tried to tune out what was being said, though in the end he couldn’t help but listen. It was a relief to hear that Max at least was still alive at the current moment, but the rest of the news was all bad.

Nero could feel the anger coming off of Tony, and he couldn’t blame his Daddy for it. Knowing that the hospital was reluctant to give Max the treatment he needed simply because he was only a normal human made Nero angry as well, and he was glad Tony wasn’t allowing that nonsense to fly, even to the point of offering up his own blood. By the sound of things though, even that had a fair amount of risk involved, though Nero wasn’t sure why.

If demonic blood was dangerous for humans, would it be better if someone like Nero provided it, or did the amount not matter? Regardless, it was highly doubtful that all three of them had the same blood type anyways, and even if they did Nero wasn’t sure Tony would even let him give Max his blood instead.

Almost as if on queue, the nurse who Nero recognized as the one who’d said she would bring him something to wear came down the hall towards them, and she visibly paled a bit when she realized Tony was there, obviously aware of the connection between the two of them and that Tony wasn’t happy with Nero’s still nude state.

The nurse approached Nero with a caring smile, a bundle of folded clothes in her arms which she promptly handed over to Nero.

'Sorry about the wait, hun. It took a bit to hunt down something more comfortable than a hospital gown.’

She’d brought him a warm looking pair of sweatpants and a matching sweatshirt, and Nero took them gratefully with a quiet word of thanks and put them on right then and there. It wasn’t as if the nurses and doctors didn’t see naked people all the time anyways.

With her task done, the nurse gave Nero’s shoulder a comforting squeeze before she departed to continue her normal routine. Nero rubbed at his wet eyes as he watched her leave, wondering if he’d have to be left alone again while Tony provided blood for Max or if it was something that could be done with him around. He didn’t want to be alone anymore, but if that was what was needed, then he would just have to deal with it.

To say that Tony shot daggers at the nurse with his angry stare was an understatement, he’d see to it that she, or whoever was responsible for taking care of Nero, was fired for this unacceptable treatment. But for now he had to refocus his energy where it belonged; saving Max.

There was no way he was going to leave Nero alone, probably not ever again much less right now, so when the doctor escorted Tony to an exam room to have his blood drawn, Tony was not taking any back talk about Nero coming with him.

He sat in a large chair and was suited with an IV to take some of his blood. This wasn’t the way a human would be able to do such a thing, but Tony was able to lose a lot of blood due to his regeneration abilities. One of the nurses pulled up another chair for Nero to sit beside him and Tony took Nero’s hand in his free one. “It’ll be alright now, I’ll give Max what he needs, it’s just going to take a while, ok?” Tony didn’t add that he was hoping Max could actually hold on until then.

He felt like he was getting chemotherapy treatment with the way the whole thing was set up. He didn’t even need to go to one, not that he could remember, but Tony still hated hospitals. Probably something to do with this mother if he took the time to examine why.

He squeezed Nero’s hand, “I’ve not told you a lot of things, Nero, for your own safety, but I realize now that I never told you how I came to meet Max or how he came to live with me, would you like to hear that story? It’s a bit of a sad one in some parts, but I think you’d like to hear it.”

Nero had no idea how long he’d been sitting alone in the hall of the hospital since he and Max had been brought here from the mansion. He’d been so reluctant to be separated from Max when the EMTs arrived that they’d had to physically move him out of their way so they could work on getting the wounded man ready for transport, and now Nero hadn’t seen him nor heard anything about his condition since their arrival. He was worried sick about his lover and being left to his own thoughts wasn’t helping in the slightest.

The passage of time was lost to him as his mind replayed the night’s events over and over, and Nero was certain he’d never forget the sight of Max’s near lifeless body bleeding out in the hallway, or the man Nero had killed himself. Even if he knew it’d been necessary, that it was either he or the man who was going to die there, Nero couldn’t handle the fact that he’d had to kill someone. He would be dealing with the mental repercussions of all that had happened tonight for a long time.

Nero pulled the blanket he’d been given around himself tighter to try and warm himself up a little and hide his still undressed state from the eyes of the facility’s doctors and nurses. Things had happened so quickly that there’d been no time for him to get dressed, but someone was supposed to have been bringing him something to wear at some point, which they hadn’t done yet.

The last person who’d come to talk to him was only there to ask questions about what had happened, which Nero had answered to the best of his ability. He hadn’t had much to say. No knowledge about who the men were or why they’d broken in, aside from likely being after something belonging to Tony. What he did have a good idea of now that he’d had time to think on it was how they’d gotten inside the mansion, and that alone was causing him a significant amount of distress and guilt.

As unaware of the goings on around him as he was currently, Nero hadn’t taken notice of Tony’s arrival until the man spoke his name, which caught his attention right away. Nero was sure he’d never been so relieved to see his Daddy as he was right now, and he all but collapsed into the older man’s arms after he stood from his chair, the floodgate of tears he’d been barely holding back this whole time re-opening as he cried against Tony’s chest.

’D-Daddy, Max–he.. I d-don’t know what’s happening, t-they won’t.. w-won’t tell me anything..’

Nero was near hyperventilating at this point as he forced the words out through his sobs, pressed as close to Tony as he was able to in order to get the care and attention he was so desperate for right now.

Tony wrapped his arms around Nero as tight as he could, holding onto him for dear life. “Shhh, shhh, baby, it’s ok, I’m here now.” He had no idea if it was actually ok, he hadn’t seen a doctor yet, but at least he knew Nero was safe and sound, if extremely traumatized. He felt the sting of tears at his eyes, a feeling he was certainly not used to. “I know, baby, I’ll find out.” He moved and took Nero’s tear-stained face in his hands; “How are you, angel? You’re not hurt are you? Where are your clothes?”

Surely someone should have seen to Nero by now, if not then this was the time Tony would make sure that they did, his boy shouldn’t be out here in a hallway shivering in the nude.

He guided Nero back to his seat and rubbed his shoulders before kneeling in front of him. “Listen to me, Maxim is a fighter, he’s not going to let something like this take him down. I’ll do whatever I can to make sure that doesn’t happen.” He didn’t know for certain if that was a promise he could keep, but he believed it was.

Just then a voice cleared with a cough behind them. “Ahem, Mr. Redgrave, sir.” Tony turned to face a surgeon. The sight of him was worrying, he was covered in what Tony assumed was more of Max’s blood.

Tony stood, he felt the hairs on the back of neck stand up also. “Doctor, what’s the news, how is he? Is he alive?”

The doctor nodded, “Somehow, yes, your bodyguard is very sturdy it seems, we operated and stopped the bleeding, his right kidney was punctured in the attack by a very deep blade. He’s lost a lot of blood so he’s not out of the woods yet. He’s in critical condition, at this point, unless we act fast, the scales could tip either way.”

Tony felt a flare of irritation, “Then bloody act fast, what the hell am I paying you for? You know money is no object.” He furrowed his brow, giving the man a stern glare.

The doctor gulped softly, “I-it’s not that simple, Mr. Redgrave. He needs blood, blood we don’t have here as we don’t usually cater to his kind. And I’m sure you know the board won’t let me give hybrid blood to a....well, a actual human.”

Tony felt like punching the man and sending him crashing through the next wall. On top of everything else he wasn’t expecting some kind of discrimination to stop Max’s live saving medical care. Tony sighed deeply, “Take mine. Our human DNA is the same blood type.” It was a snap decision, and the words came out of his mouth before he even had a chance to think about it.

“Sir, you know that might kill him as well?” The surgeon asked, but the look on the man’s face told Tony he knew they didn’t have a choice.

Despite obviously knowing it was a necessary thing for Max to do in order to go prepare the bath for them, Nero still couldn’t help but pout a little at the loss of the other man’s warmth, but he was glad at least for the parting kisses before Max left for the bathroom upstairs. He pulled the blanket tighter around himself, intent on dozing off again while he waited for his lover to come back and get him.

A short while after Max’s departure from the living room, Nero’s peaceful rest was interrupted suddenly by a loud bang that jolted him into full consciousness, the instant panic he felt only increasing as the first bang was quickly followed by a second. There was no mistaking the fact that those were clearly gunshots that he’d just heard, but from who? And where was Max? Nero knew the older man was more than capable of protecting himself, but he still worried for his lover’s safety regardless.

There was no time to sit and think about things or even to get redressed, not when Nero could faintly make out the sound of someone coming down the stairs in a hurry as he stood from the couch. He hoped for a moment that it was Max descending the staircase, but those hopes were dashed when he–likely only thanks to his better than normal hearing–swore he heard his own name being called warningly in a familiar voice, and one that, adding to his growing fear, didn’t sound okay.

Tony had given him a number to call if a situation such as this one was turning out to be happened, but Nero had to prioritize getting himself to relative safety first before he could even think of making a phone call. He glanced around the room as he fought back fearful tears and tried to figure out what to do or where to go before he was found, and his eyes landed on Max’s gun, which he hadn’t realized the other had left behind. That meant that whoever was in the mansion had come there armed.

Nero had never been formally taught how to use a gun, but he’d badgered Max with enough questions that he could surely make do in a pinch, which this certainly was. He picked the gun up shakily and made sure the safety was off before standing to search for a hiding spot. Before he could move however he heard approaching footsteps and turned immediately to point the gun at the intruder who’d just entered the living room, trembling badly but trying to stand his ground regardless.

’D-don’t.. don’t move or I’ll shoot.’

The other man clearly found the sight of him, even with a gun, unthreatening enough to completely disregard his warning and move towards him, likely to try and disarm him or worse. This was a life or death situation, and Nero couldn’t risk any hesitation. He squeezed his eyes shut and pulled the trigger, silently praying that he wouldn’t miss the shot despite being too afraid to watch someone possibly die by his own hand.

As soon as he heard the heavy noise of a body falling to the floor, Nero re-opened his eyes and lowered the gun, feeling sick at the sight before him and at the fact that he’d just killed someone. His heart beat wildly in his chest as he grabbed his phone off the coffee table to bring with him while he searched for Max, hoping he wouldn’t encounter anyone else along the way but feeling slightly safer now with Max’s gun.

He kept a vigilant eye out for any intruders as he made his way to the staircase and upstairs, where he was greeted with the exact thing he wished he wouldn’t have had to see.

‘No!! No, no, no, please..’ He immediately fell to his knees beside his lover’s prone body, tears falling already as his phone was momentarily set aside in favor of his fingers seeking out a pulse at Max’s neck. He found one, thank the Savior, but it was terrifyingly weak and Nero knew if he didn’t get help quickly Max would surely die.

Picking up his phone again, Nero dialed the number he’d been instructed to call as fast as he could and ran to the bathroom while waiting for someone to answer on the other end, grabbing a towel that he could use to try and at least slow Max’s bleeding. When someone picked up he sobbed out as best an explanation of the situation as he could, noting that Max was seriously wounded and that he wasn’t sure if anyone else was still in the mansion with them or not.

Nero knelt back down next to Max and pressed the towel firmly against the wound in his side, uncaring if he got blood on himself or not. He was crying profusely at this point, frightened out of his mind that Max might die here and he didn’t know what else he could do to stop it.

'Max, p-please, I..’ He choked out a sob. 'Please don’t die.. please, I love you so much.. I d-don’t.. I don’t wanna lose you..’

Though his ears were becoming muffled as his vision went darker, Max heard the sound of the gun going off and had presence of mind enough to pray it wasn’t Nero getting shot by the second intruder. He couldn’t move and felt as emotionally helpless as he did physically. How could I let this happen? It was his only thought, not his own failing health, but Nero and how he failed to protect him.

Then, just when he was about to give up and lose hope, Nero appeared racing up the stairs like an angel and was at Max’s side immediately. Max grunted with pain the towel pushed against him, it was immediately soaked with blood. “Too late...for that...k...” He tried to get his nickname for Nero to spill from his lips but it wouldn’t come.

Max felt cold so he knew his heartrate was slowing and his blood loss was becoming near fatal. The stab to his side really got him, perhaps nicked a kidney or some other vital organ. He wondered how odd he must look, going grey and looking like death, he didn’t want Nero to be scared of him.

Lights lit up the big windows downstairs and flowed up the hallway. Nero had called the number Tony gave him; and while they were dressed as if they were regular police or EMTs they were anything but, not in this line of work, not with who Tony was.

The last thing Max remembered was Nero being pulled away from him crying, then he blacked out completely.

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Tony had been in a meeting, a cautious arms deal with another corporation, when his phone lit up with it’s emergency ring. He didn’t even excuse himself from the meeting, he just got up with his briefcase and spoke into the phone leaving the room abruptly.

His heart raced wildly, he could hardly believe what he was hearing. How did this happen? Was Nero ok? The operator on the the other end didn’t have many answers, so Tony hung up and ran to his limo instructing his driver to take him to “The Facility” and it was understood what he meant.

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Inside it looked much like a hospital, the same type of halls, doctors and nurses and the like running all over the place. But this facility wasn’t for humans, it was for people like Tony and Nero, demons and hybrids. Max just had the good luck of being someone Tony cared for, which gave him access the best and most expensive treatment Tony’s money could buy him.

‘Mm..’ Nero returned Max’s kiss softly and snuggled closer to the other as they settled comfortably on the couch to rest a bit, his eyes slipping closed. 'Okay, that sounds nice..’

Given the state they were both in–with Nero himself being especially messy–it wouldn’t be long before their post-coital bliss gave way to discomfort and the need to bathe became a more pressing matter that needed attending to, but for now the two of them were content to lay in each other’s embrace for a while longer.

Nero took no notice of Max’s forgotten gun or the older man’s attention being briefly drawn to it, and truth be told he often forgot Max was usually armed anyways. He’d always been mostly disconnected from that more dangerous part of life with Tony and Max, and both his lovers preferred it that way. Nero usually did as well, except for when either of them were away on business and he wasn’t allowed to know any of the details.

After a few minutes of lightly dozing in Max’s strong arms, Nero finally began to feel conscious of how sticky and unpleasant he felt, and his eyes reopened with a slight grimace.

'I think I’m ready for that bath now.’

Max nodded and gave Nero another squeeze and a kiss before getting up. He knew his lover was getting uncomfortable by now, being wet with sweat and still filled with Max’s cum. That made the bodyguard smile as he stretched; he liked the idea of Nero staying full of him. 

Max pulled on his underwear, a black pair of CK briefs, and covered Nero back up with the blanket. “You stay here, I come get you when bath is done, stay warm.” He bent down and kissed Nero one more time on the head before heading upstairs. 

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Max made his way up the spiral staircase and into ,what he called, “the fancy” bathroom. He was about to lean down and turn the brass facet of the tub when a strange noise caught his ear. 

Like an animal The Russian shot up straight, his eyes narrowing as he listened. There was no one left in the house but the pair of them, the staff had retired for the night, so there was no reason for him to hear what sounded like a single footstep on the marbled hall floor.

Instinctively, his hand went to his waistband. No gun, shit. He’d have to rely on his physical talents to handle this, if it was something bad. He crept soundlessly to the doorway and peered into the dark hall. It couldn’t have been Nero, he would have done as he was told and waited for Max to come back. 

He turned and walked a few steps south. It was so quiet for those few split seconds Max could hear his own heartbeat. What happens next happens in a flash; Max felt the cold tip of a gun touch his back, and the intruder may have said “stop” or “freeze” but Max didn’t hear him. He quickly turned and had a hold of the man’s wrist which made him gasp in surprise. Max pushed his hand upward and the fright made that man squeeze the trigger, firing a shot into the ceiling. 

Max’s only thought was if Nero was ok, was this the only man in the house? But his thoughts were dashed when he felt the cold sting of a blade slice into his right side. He felt the blade twist, knowing the intruder was making sure his wound would not close. There had been a second man, and he’d just gotten the jump on Max. 

If this was his last night on earth, it would be one he’d spend fighting. He shook his head and grabbed the gun from the first man and point blank shot him in the head. There was a spray of blood on the wall behind him. Max went to his knees then and heard the second intruder run downstairs. 

Max fell forward as the knife came out his side, blood soaking the marble floor, and he began to crawl, hauling himself by the elbows, leaving a trail behind him. His vision was getting dark but he had to get to Nero if at all possible.

“Nero!” He called, or tried to, his voice was already weakened and Max cursed himself for being so...so uselessly human. If Tony had been here...Tony, there was no time to think about dying and leaving the men he loved. He made it to the edge of the stairs landing trying desperately to haul himself up with the rail, but it was no use. Max fell, got up, and fell again. He was losing too much blood.

Nero certainly didn’t have to be told twice. Barely hanging on as he was, Max’s cock plunging deep inside him and filling him up with the older man’s cum was more than enough to send Nero tipping over the edge into climax as well. He came with a choked out cry of the other’s name, making even more of a mess of the couch below them that the poor mansion staff would have to clean up sometime later on. Had Nero not been so thoroughly fucked out of his mind at the current moment he would’ve felt bad about it, but it wasn’t anything they weren’t used to at this point anyways.

Max’s hold on him was the only thing keeping Nero from completely collapsing onto the couch as he panted heavily in the aftermath of his orgasm, his whole body trembling with aftershocks of pleasure. He caught his breath after a few moments and brushed his sweaty bangs out of his eyes again with his clean hand.

‘Max, that was.. amazing.’ Nero giggled breathlessly, a happy post-orgasm smile forming on his face. 'You always fuck me so good.’ He squeezed around Max’s length appreciatively where it remained within him, shivering at the slight stimulation it gave him as well.

'Can we stay here for a little before we get cleaned up please?’

Max held Nero tightly as the other came, the squeezing of his tight hole around Max’s milked cock making the bodyguard moan softly. He shivered with pleasure despite how hot he felt. When the after-spasms began to still, he lowered Nero down onto the couch and lay right next to him. “You are amazing, it’s all you.” Max cooed softly and turned Nero’s face toward his own and kissed him. “It’s my job to take care of you, fucking you good included, yes?” He chuckled a little even though he was still trying to catch his breath. 

Then he caught the sight of his gun laying on the coffee table, one of them must have laid it there while Max undressed, but he was so lost in the moment with Nero he couldn’t remember if he’d done it himself. He had a brief moment of concern because he rarely did something so foolish like leaving his gun out in the open; but his thoughts turned back to Nero when the younger man spoke to him again. 

Nero moaned loudly with each slick slide of Max’s cock as it pounded his insides, hitting his prostate on each stroke with pinpoint accuracy that was fitting for a bodyguard. His soft white bangs were soon plastered to his forehead with sweat from the intensity of their love making, and Nero brushed them back and away from his face knowing full well that they wouldn’t stay like that for long and would be getting in his eyes again soon enough.

Max never talked much during sex, not like Tony did, but every breathless word the man did say turned Nero on even more than he already was. He loved it when Max would swear, or say his name softly while they were fucking. It was even better when the bodyguard spoke in his native language, even though Nero couldn’t understand a word he said except for the affectionate nickname he’d been given. It felt good to know that Max was enjoying himself just as much as he was.

The series of hard spanks across the soft skin of his ass made Nero cry out in a mixture of pleasure and a little bit of pain with every strike, and he reached down between his legs soon after to wrap a shaky hand around his cock, stroking it in time with Max’s thrusts as he moaned against the couch, the bodyguard’s name mingled in with those sweet sounds of pleasure.

’Max, please.. I c-can’t.. I can’t take it anymore, you’re gonna make me cum..’

It wouldn’t be much longer now, and Nero was certain that was the case for Max as well. The hand on Nero’s cock sped up slightly as his orgasm rapidly approached, the movements eased by the slick precum that oozed out of him with every thrust against his sensitive prostate.

The lewd sounds of their bodies hitting against each other and the loud moans of each of their desires filled large living room. Max was lost in his rhythmic thrusts and moved to grip Nero tighter by his hips, his fingertips indenting his skin. But Max knew how much Nero liked it and how much his smaller lover could take. 

“Then cum for me.” Max panted, sweat dripping from his forehead and landing on Nero’s skin. 

He was rapidly approaching his own orgasm, Nero was too tight to handle, and in this flurry of hard sex he wanted to fill him up completely. He’d been waiting for his all day. 

He stopped suddenly, allowing the entire length of his shaft to slide back into Nero’s tight hole, bottoming out and pressing his pelvis against Nero’s ass. Max came hard, shooting into his lover deeply with some Russian curses and harsh breaths. The hot gush of Max’s cum would surely also send the younger man over the edge as well.