#nicoxnero

"Uh-uh!" Nico held up a finger. "Take those off, first." She commanded, gesturing to Nero's boots. "Don't want you tracking all that shit in here."

Nero rolled his eyes, but he obliged, kicking off his boots, and set them right beside Nico's, before stepping into the van.

Earlier that day, a rather large demon had appeared just off the coast of Fortuna, and while the kill itself was rather easy, extracting resources proved a little more complicated. Whatever parts the demon left behind had a very thin skin, and were full of some kind of juice. And, naturally, some of these parts broke while they were being loaded, spraying their juices all over Nero and Nico.

They loaded as much as they could into the back of the van - freezing it first, to reduce the chance of making any mess - but the pair wasn't going home before getting this disgusting smell off of them.

"So, I'm guessing you'll want to go first." Nero said.

"Hm?" Nico raised an eyebrow.

"To the shower. You want to take a shower first, right?" Nero crossed his arms.

Nico laughed. "Buddy, I sucked your dick. With your girlfriend's encouragement. I figured we were past taking turns in the shower at this point."

"Oh..." Nero blushed. "I mean, yeah, we could go together if you want. Saves hot water anyway..."

"Exactly! Now, come on-" Nico stripped off her clothes, and tossed them into the hamper just outside the bathroom. Her wardrobe never left much to the imagination, and Nero had already seen her bare ass once, but this was his first look at her nude body in its entirety.

Her build was leaner than Kyrie's. And, obviously, her skin was darker, and covered in tattoos. Neither her breasts nor her cock were of exceptional size, but the sight of them excited Nero nonetheless.

Besides, the part of Nico that captured his attention the most was, predictably, her ass. It wasn't particularly voluptuous, but it still held a very attractive shape, and it had only been made more tempting by the way Nico seemed to flaunt it. Nero could never shake the suspicion that she had been teasing him on purpose.

Once Nico's clothes were out of sight and out of mind, she turned to Nero. "Alright, your turn."

Nero took a deep breath. The only person who'd seen Nero's bare human body was Kyrie, and even then it wasn't an everyday occurrence. Even in bed, he often either stayed clothed and focused on Kyrie's pleasure, or he entered his devil form.

But, if anyone other than Kyrie had earned that trust, it was Nico. He threw off his coat and his shirt first. His musculature had grown significantly since he regained his power at the top of the Qliphoth. The only clue to the sex Nero was born with was the two scars on his chest.

Nico whistled. "Damn!"

A smile nearly escaped Nero's lips as he unbuckled and pulled off his bottoms.

Nero wasn't so confident in this part of his body, as his hips were a little more prominent than he would like. He couldn't really complain about his cock, as it had grown to an above-average size for a man like himself, but he still wished for more.

Nico grinned. "So even in your human form you're packing, huh? Kyrie's a lucky lady."

"Thanks." Nero smiled freely.

"Now, let's go get cleaned up!" Nico headed into the bathroom.

* * *

Nico was closer to the showerhead, with her back turned toward it. Nero stood just in front of her. The shower was just barely large enough for them not to be touching if they stood still. They were in a van, after all. But, the pair didn't mind being close.

They had just finished washing their hair. "'Scuse me-" was the only warning Nico gave before she reached past Nero to pick up the soap, pressing her breasts to his chest.

Nero's breath hitched. His whole body felt warm, and his dick felt tingly as it grew harder.

If Nico had noticed, she didn't show it right away. She simply coated her hands in soap, set aside the bar, and began lathering the front of her body. Watching Nico run her hands over her breasts and her legs only excited Nero even more.

Nico soon glanced down at Nero's blushing and engorged extremities, and smirked. "Liking the show?"

Nero's face was red, but he held his composure. "Look who's talking." He said, glancing down to Nico's own hardening cock.

Nico didn't respond. Instead, she soaped up her hands once again, before setting the soap aside and, without breaking eye contact, started washing her dick and her balls.

Nero just rolled his eyes, and grabbed the soap with his remaining hand. He rotated the soap, coating his palm, before setting it back down and lathering his chest and what remained of his right arm.

When Nico was satisfied with the cleanliness of her front side, she turned to rinse herself off under the showerhead. As she did, her hip brushed against Nero's crotch, provoking a yelp.

Nico cocked her head back toward Nero, and grinned. "Oops."

"Alright, that does it!" Nero growled, before entering his devil form.

Nico tilted her head. "Aw, was one little bump all it took to make you pull your trigger?"

"Don't act like you haven't been asking for it, you slut." Nero spat in his distorted voice.

"So what if I have? Are you gonna do something about it?"

Nero put his left hand on Nico's throat, not-so-gently pulled her back, and kissed her.

Nico was delighted with the length of his tongue. She moaned, and kissed him back, pressing her ass into his lap. She heard a wet popping sound, and felt something slide up her asscrack, and along her upper back. Something long, rigid, greebled, and slick.

Nico giggled into the kiss. "Was that your answer? Damn, I don't even think you'll need lube. Go on..." Nico reached down to her behind, and spread her cheeks apart. "...Don't be shy."

Nero let out a shaky breath. His hand ran down Nico's body, over her chest, then her midriff, then her waist, then her hips, then finally on the soft flesh of her ass. He gave Nico a firm squeeze, just barely letting his claws dig into her.

Nico winced. "Easy, there. You wouldn't touch Kyrie like that, would you?"

"Please. You're anything but delicate." Nero leaned into Nico's ear, and whispered. "I bet you've been wanting me to touch you like that for a long time." Nero's hand fell to his dick, and he lined it up to Nico's entrance.

Nico scoffed. "You just have me all figured out, don't you?"

"You're not denying it." Nero slowly slid his length into Nico.

Nico moaned, and braced herself against the wall of the shower.

"Ugh... Yeah..." Nero marveled at how tight Nico felt around his cock as he slid inside.

"Alright, hold up!" Nico softly cried out. "I think that's as deep as you're going."

Nero looked down. He was just over halfway inside her. "Kyrie can take more than this."

"Up her ass?" Nico retorted. "I didn't think so. That's all you're getting, so you better appreciate it."

"Never said I didn't..." Not-so-slowly, Nero started moving his hips back and forth.

"Mmm..." Nico bit her lip.

Nero maintained a slow pace as he fucked Nico. The hands of his wings latched onto Nico's hips, while his left hand felt over her breasts.

Nico laughed. "I bet you're wishing you still had two hands right about now."

"Is that your way of asking me to break out one of your toys?" Nero grinned. "I know just the thing."

Nero flicked his socket, and summoned a Tomboy.

Nico cocked her head back. "Tomboy? Not the most interesting pick, if I'm being honest."

"You might think so. But, you made it to juice up my weapons. It turns out those aren't the only tools it works with."

"What does that mean?"

"Let me show you." Nero reached down, and gripped the base of his cock with Tomboy. He could feel the power in the breaker rushing to meet the power in his body.

It seemed Nico could feel it too, judging by the noises that came from her mouth, and the way she threw her head back. "Holy sh- shit, Nero!" Her hole clenched around Nero's dick.

Nero chuckled. "How's that feel, babe?"

Nico caught her breath. "...Rigid. Like there's more than b- blood making you hard. Assuming that's even how you get hard... I ought to study that th- thing some time." Nico tried to breathe at a consistent pace, though each breath soundsd shaky. "I swear it got more slick too... I wonder if it'll make you cum more? I only have the blowjob to go off of, and you already came a lot that time-"

"You know damn well I'm not asking for your hypothesis." Nero growled. "Do you like how it feels?"

"Like it? I love it! I gotta hand it to you for putting my creations to good use. Eh, no pun intended."

"That what I thought." Nero started thrusting more quickly.

"How did you even think to use a Tomboy like th- that anyway?"

"The first time? I was actually thinking of you."

Nico cocked her head back again. "That so?'

"Yeah." Nero picked up the pace even further. The ghostly claws on Nico's hips gripped her tighter. "Thought about pinning you down and shutting you up. Tried to picture the look on your face."

Nico giggled. "As if you have the balls for something that spontaneous."

"Is that an invitation?" Nero asked.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, you're not even done fucking me here yet."

"Alright, then." Nero's left hand fell down to Nico's crotch, and he ran his rough palm over Nico's cock.

"Shit, Nero, that's-" Nico cut herself off with a moan. "Fuck, that feels really good."

"Yeah?" Nero wrapped his hand around Nico's cock, and began quickly jerking her. "How's that?"

"Oh my g- Nero, I'm gonna-" Nico whined, and then a hot, modest load dribbled onto Nero's hand. Nico hung her head, and started panting.

Nero chuckled. "Cute. Alright, now it's my turn..."

Nero's left hand returned to Nico's breasts, taking some of her cum with it. He started rapidly stroking the base of his cock with Tomboy, and thrusting into Nico more quickly.

Nico clenched around Nero, but stayed still otherwise. "That's it, pal... Let it all out..."

"There we go... There we-" Nero loudly grunted. As he kept sliding in and out of Nico, her hole was flooded with blue, viscous, luminescent fluid. This continued for a substantial moment, before it finally slowed, and so, too, did Nero.

Nero returned to his human form, and his cock disappeared from inside of Nico. His body was spotless - his devil form had a way of cleansing him - but Nico was a mess. The foul-smelling demon juice the pair had come to wash off was mostly rinsed off, but the front of her was slick with her own cum, and whatever had just come out of Nero was running down her legs.

Nero braced himself against the wall of the shower. He was panting.

Nico laughed, and she stood up straight. "That sure took it out of you, huh?" She turned herself around, brushing against Nero once again. "Was it worth it?"

"I..." Nero's face was very red. "Are you okay?"

Nico looked puzzled. "Wh- Yes! I'm fine. You did good, honey." She pat Nero on the shoulder.

"Okay..." Nero nodded. "I know I can get... Carried away..." He scratched the back of his neck.

"Eh... I'm a little sore, but you didn't get too rough."

"That's good." Nero smiled. "And you did good too."

Nico smiled back. "And believe me, if you feel like getting 'spontaneous' in the future, don't be afraid to- Shit!"

The hot water had run out, and now Nico was being blasted with freezing cold water.

"Fuck, fuck!" Nico frantically turned the water off.

Nero laughed. Her body had shielded him from the worst of it, and he easily tolerated what did reach him.

Nico scowled. "Yeah, yeah, real funny. So much for saving hot water... Shower sex is officially off the table."

"That's okay... I'm already thinking about where I'll get 'spontaneous' next time."

"Before we're going anywhere, I still need to get cleaned up. You made a huge mess out of me, and now I don't have hot water."

"Hm... Mind if I try something 'spontaneous'?"

"Nero, if this gets me even messier, I will slap you upside the head."

"It won't, trust me. Here-" Nero leaned down, and licked Nico's cum off of her own breasts.

"Oooh! Okay, I like this idea." She gently ran a hand through his hair. "Keep going, loverboy."

Nero cleaned up her breasts, then slowly dropped to his knees. "Turn around for me."

"My front isn't exactly clean, yet." Nico put her hands on her hips.

"I'm saving the best for last." Nero grinned.

Nico smiled back, and gladly turned around.

Nero licked up Nico's legs, tasting his own demonic fluids for the first time. It was extremely sour, and a little coppery.

Nico giggled. "That kind of tickles."

Nero eventually made it up to Nico's ass. With Tomboy and his remaining hand, he parted her cheeks, and licked them up and down. Finally, he slid his tongue inside of her, tasting as far as he could reach.

Nico stifled a moan. "Damn, never knew you had that kind of appetite."

Nero pulled back. "And I'm not full yet. Turn back around."

Nico obliged. Despite having cum so recently, she was already getting hard again. "Alright, bon appétit."

Nero stuck his tongue right under the base of Nico's cock, just where it met her scrotum, and started lapping up her cum again."

"Mmm..." Nico bit her lip. "You're a natural at this, honey." Her dick quickly quickly grew completely hard again.

Nero started licking up her shaft, before engulfing her cock within his lips, and beginning to bob his head up and down.

Nico moaned openly. "Attaboy..." She placed a hand on his head. "Here, widen your tongue and press it up against me."

Nero obliged, pressing his tongue up into the shaft of Nico's cock, before giving her a questioning look.

"Yeah, just like that, keep going." She gripped Nico's hair.

Nero kept sucking Nico's dick, and cleaning her off as he went.

Nico moaned again. "Alright, I'm getting close..."

Nero started bobbing up and down more quickly, and he pressed his tongue into her cock more firmly.

"Fuck, yeah, yeah!" Nico cried out as her cum shot into Nero's mouth.

As her dick softened, Nero simply pulled away, revealing it to be completely spotless.

Nico chuckled. "Damn, you didn't waste a drop, huh?"

Nero grinned, allowing some of Nico's cum to drool down his chin.

"Dang." She gave Nero a pat on the head. "Did you wanna come share that with me?"

Without a word, Nero stood again, and kissed Nico on the lips. Nico reciprocated, and the pair traded tongues as Nico's mess flowed into her mouth.

The pair pulled away, a long string of saliva connecting them for some distance before breaking.

Nico swallowed first, and grinned at Nero.

Nero swallowed second, and smiled back. "Feeling clean?"

"Not at all, but it'll do until we get back home. Try and keep your hands off of me until then, I want to have at least one more raunchy episode in my system when I see Kyrie." Nico pushed the shower curtain aside, and stepped out of the shower.

Something strange happened to Nero.

Nero was simply sitting in the passenger seat of the van, enjoying some peace and quiet while Nico was plundering the remains of the latest meathead from the Underworld to cross Nero for parts to use in her projects. After what a pain in the ass this one was to kill, Nico didn't even complain when Nero declined to help her.

Nero's thoughts turned, as they often did, to Kyrie. He wondered what she was doing back at the house, and if she was having a good day.

Naturally, he picked up the phone and dialed her number. She picked up very quickly.

"Nero?" She inquired, softly, as she always did.

"Hey." He replied, softly, as he only did for her. "Just wanted to hear your voice. How are things at home?"

"Things are great, Nero." He could tell just from her voice that she was smiling. "Kyle and Julio are at school, and Carlo's taking a nap."

"Sounds nice and quiet..." He had to admit to himself that he could be jealous of the attention the children got. Part of him wanted Kyrie all to himself. "...What are you wearing right now?"

"W- Wearing?" Kyrie sounded shocked.

Nero was a little surprised too. Where did that come from? He'd certainly wondered before, but he'd never brought himself to ask.

Before he could think of a way to change the subject, Kyrie replied. "Well... I'm actually wearing one of your band shirts right now. I hope you don't mind."

"Of course not." Nero smiled. He'd had some of those shirts since before the day Dante entered his life. They were as deviant as Blue Rose from the Order's ideals, and couldn't even be purchased legally on the island, but that kind of thing had never stopped him. Nero found himself imagining how the shirt fit Kyrie... He was slimmer than her, and not that much taller. The thought of how tightly the shirt must fit her made him feel very warm. "...What else are you wearing?"

"Well... I haven't actually put on pants yet." She admitted, even more quietly than usual. "I'm, um... Borrowing some of Nico's underwear. They have white and yellow stripes on them."

"Oh..." For a moment, Nero had forgotten to breathe. The image of Kyrie wearing a shirt that was too small for her, with panties that were probably also too small for her, had replaced all else in his mind.

That was when it happened.

Nero grunted as his body changed, trading his human guise for the demonic visage he discovered at the Qliphoth.

"Nero?! Are you alright?! What was that sound?!"

"Uh..." Nero felt the same euphoria he always did when he entered this form. His broadened shoulders, his narrowed hips, his enlarged pectorals, and his slightly increased height all made him feel powerful, and more like himself.

But something was different. For one, he had never transformed without meaning to before. Normally, he had to muster the strength to change, and be could only maintain his stronger form for so long. This time, it was like a wellspring of energy was flowing from some place deep within him, with no sign of slowing down.

"...Yeah. I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You sound different."

Do I? "I'm okay, Kyrie. You don't have to worry about me."

"...Okay." Kyrie's voice grew calm again.

"So, uh... What're you doing right now?" Nero asked.

"Actually, I've actually been drawing again." The smile had returned to Kyrie's face, Nero was sure.

"That's great, Kyrie! Tell me all about it."

"Well, uh-" Kyrie proceeded to tell Nero about her youthful artistic journey, and how she's trying to retrace those steps now. He really did want to hear about it, but right now, Nero was fixated still on Kyrie's chosen wardrobe.

As Nero sat, not so much listening to Kyrie as he was getting lost in the sound of her voice, that energy inside him slowly grew more intense... Until, finally, something sprung out of him.

"Wha-?" Nero cut himself off before he could give Kyrie any sign that something was amiss. As Kyrie continued to speak, Nero reached with his left hand to that spot between his legs, to the slit he wasn't sure was when there to begin with, to the blue, translucent, rough-textured, 12-inch cock that was stretching it wide. The touch felt amazing.

Where was I even keeping all of this? Nero hadn't really thought about how his transformation affected his internal anatomy before. Was he even solid on the inside in this state?

As Kyrie spoke still, he flicked his socket, and summoned a Devil Breaker: Sweet Surrender. It was made as what Nero could only assume was a practical joke meant to embarrass him and Kyrie, but he couldn't help but find that the Breaker was good for soothing his wounds when he didn't have the power to heal (though he would never admit to Nico that he used it for that).

Now, he reached down with the prosthetic, rubbing the edges of his slit while he stroked his length with his remaining hand. Nero was used to remaining quiet when he pleasured himself, but he'd never felt anything quite this intense, and doing this with Kyrie on the phone was bold to say the least.

Nero was briefly snapped out of his passion when he heard footsteps, and whistling.

Nico was on her way back to the van.

"Uh, Kyrie, I have to go."

"Oh... Okay, I'll talk to you when-" Kyrie was cut off as Nero hung up the phone, rushed to the van's bathroom, locking the door behind him, and hurried into the shower, turning on a blast of cold water. He was startled by the sound of Sweet Surrender shattering as soon as the water made contact. Crap! I forgot to toggle it off before I got in... Ugh.

Nero stood under the cold water, which did nothing to cool his mood, as Nico stepped into the van, and flopped onto the couch with a loud thud.

When the noise had settled, Nero began to stroke his cock with his left hand once again. His thoughts returned to Kyrie. He tried to imagine her bare breasts enveloping the base of him, and her lips gently soothing the tip. He tried to imagine his length sliding as far as it could fit into Kyrie's wet cunt.

He was once again distracted by Nico, this time getting up to open the refrigerator.

Nero tentatively continued to stroke himself. His thoughts returned to the panties Kyrie was wearing. White with yellow stripes...

But now, he remembered that she borrowed them from Nico.

He found himself picturing how she looked in them, the stripped fabric complementing the contours of her comparatively petite ass, and of her bulge. He wondered how big she was.

Not as big as me, that's for sure.

He wasn't sure what possessed him to, but he flicked his socket again, summoning his most durable Breaker: Tomboy. This one was designed to interface with his weapons, Red Queen and Blue Rose. But now he intended to use it on a different tool.

As soon as he closed the mechanical fist around his base, he felt a surge, from the power within him rushing to meet the power of his prosthetic, drawn together like magnets. He jerked his cock quickly, and didn't even stop when Nico banged on the door.

"Hurry up in there! I gotta take a leak!"

Nero didn't respond, he simply continued to touch himself faster and faster.

"Nero, I know how to pick locks! I might just come in whether you're ready or not!"

Do it. I dare you to. I want you to.

Nero picked up the pace even more, and pictured the look on Nico's face if she barged in. He imagined pouncing on her. He imagined sliding himself down her throat with ease, or slowly shoving himself into her ass. Maybe spanking her a bit, too, for good measure. He wondered what color underwear she was wearing now, if any.

"Nero, if you don't say something right now-"

A shiver went down Nero's spine, and he grunted loud as he released onto the shower floor. The wellspring of power had vanished, and he returned to his human form, and caught his breath as he watched the luminous blue fluid that came out of him be washed down the drain.

What a waste.

"Nero? Are you all good in there?"

"I'm fine... Almost done..." Nero looked down at himself, and realized that he was fully clothed, and now soaking wet. "Could you bring me a change of clothes?"

Nico sighed. "Fine." He could tell just from her voice that she had just rolled her eyes.

* * *

Nico was now in the bathroom. Nero was outside, leaning against the van.

What just happened to me? What am I gonna do if it happens again?

Even more than concern about the cause of what he just experienced, Nero couldn't help but feel some guilt about the fantasies he'd indulged. Though, which one he felt worse about, he wasn't sure.

On one hand, he felt awful thinking of Kyrie's body in that way. She was a saint, an angel on Earth, and he just thought of using her body for his own pleasure. Nico, by contrast, was bawdy and vulgar. It didn't seem to be such a stretch to think of her sexually.

And yet, he couldn't help but feel like he'd betrayed Kyrie. For a long time, he'd prided himself on only having eyes for her, and now those eyes have wandered.