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It smelled.
Demons smell, he was well aware of that fact. Like bad leather, old roadkill, meat that's been sitting out. Visceral and disgusting. but for some reason their smell was starting to catch his attention. It didn't smell any better, but he swore it had something laced in there, like wet leaves. He kept pulling in lungfuls of it to try and pin it down, leaving so quickly as he panted through the battle.
Gripping one devil by the tail, bashing it against the concrete once, twice, again and again. It felt good to slap it around, to beat it into the pavement with all his strength. Once he felt it was sufficiently pulped, he tossed it, feeling the good burn in his muscles. The fight, the battle. To hurt something with his hands.
Another devil paced around him, long talons clicking along. It chittered, regarding him with bright blue eyes, tongue flicking.
"You feeling stupid for trying, yet?" He shifted on his feet, pulse quick and ready to lunge again. He was alive. He was ready for more.
The monstrous thing lowered it's head, shaking it's back end back and forth, lashing it's tongue.
That wet-leaves smell was coming through again...he breathed it in. Something about it was...
The beast inched along, ass raised high. Under it's tail, chitin parted to reveal bioluminescent flesh, pulsing like a tumor. Tendrils unfolded from it, framing a suckling hole.
It trilled, tendrils and tongue squirming about.
Nero's pupils dilated, that hot urge in his blood, his devil managed to take a single step forward, mind empty for just long enough.
Wait. No. No, nope, nuh-uh, nope. He didn't just entertain any thought of fucking a demon.
He swallowed, feeling how dry his throat suddenly was. How warm his crotch had gotten at the sight and smell.
He drew his gun, firing at it. The bullet grazed across it's spine, making it shriek and scrabble away. Rejected, it fled from him.
"What the fuck...." He rubbed at his face.
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Fresh out of a shower, he was still stiff and twitching.
Toweling off his hair, he flopped into bed, staring at the ceiling. What was that devil trying to do? He was killing it's whole pack, why did it show it's ass like that? Was it begging to be spared by offering it's body?
Moreover, why did Nero's devil want to fuck it so bad? He didn't feel any attraction to it, he managed to work that one out in the shower. Just a split second of not keeping control, and he would've jumped on it without hesitation.
"You gotta raise your standards..." He pet at his own chest, taking his cock in hand. What to think about...not that demon, obviously. Women? Maybe some men? Bodies, he decided. Just bodies, skin and lips and...
A screech outside his window made him jolt. Coming up off the bed, looking out.
Two demons were perched on the roof across the street, slapping the shit out of eachother. He felt his eyelid twitch, irritated that his alone time was being cut in on.
And yet.
He watched the two grapple, teeth gnashing and heads butting together. He could feel his devil behind his eyes. Watching. Waiting.
Waiting on what?
One demon finally was pinned, the victor biting down and taking a chunk out of it's chest. It's razor teeth dripped as it fed off the loser, pulling it apart.
He felt an unconscious grin thread into his mouth. Yeah, good job.
The victor, splattered in gore, caught his eye contact. It's tongue flicked, puffing it's chest out. Plates rippling with a prideful growl.
What a guy....
Nero opened the window, that stink hitting him thick and musky. His astral wings clung to the windowsill, feathers puffing up eagerly. Something said to go to the demon, the strong warrior, to reward him...
The window next to his room opened up roughly, a bullet fired from it's depths. It shred the demon's face, dropping it in the pile of gore it created.
Dante poked his head out of the dark window, gun in hand. "I'm tryna sleep! You're all like horny cats, shut the hell up!" Window shut abruptly.
Nero closed his own, sinking to the floor. What the fuck. What the fuck, he really was just about to fly out naked to some strange demon and...what, suck it off? Just for winning a fight.
He huddled against the wall, gripping his cock tightly. He felt clearly his inner devil's cry. It wanted. It wanted something, and it was only getting louder.
It once only cried for power, begged him to feed and fight and kill. Now this...this tender keening for feral demons...something strong that could face up to him, something that was worthy of him.
Like Dante?
His entire form shuddered, a wave of anticipated pleasure making his cock throb. He grit his teeth, stroking quick and eager. Strong, invincible Dante. He could kill anything. Win any battle. He was strong, strong enough to face up to him without fear. His power was nearly unmatched.
Nearly. Vergil was also...
He bit his finger, feeling climax rush up so quickly. Both were good candidates. Candidates for what?? What was going on here!?
His devil whined as he dribbled on the floor, the orgasm like droplets on a raging bonfire. But it cleared his head enough to think.
His body wanted something. And it wanted the best person or demon for the job.
He took a breath, resting his feverish forehead against the cold wall. He needed to get his thoughts straight...
Or. And he was just putting it out there.
He could go to Dante's room.
He got up on shaky legs, hugging himself. The urge, the ache, it wouldn't go away unless he did something.
Fuck, first the bloodlust, now this weird shit...