NeroV 5-Devil May Cry

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Nero had been with V for awhile,Nero knew V didnt understand how some romantic things worked,so Nero sometimes would teach V to do stuff. But most of the time V would learn would learn by reading about whatever it was.But one day V had wanted to try some of the stuff he had  learned and Nero consented curious  as to what V had in mind Nero quietly followed the poet to the room they shared. When Nero got to the door he found V in nothing but his briefs and Nero's own jacket. Nero was shocked by how V looked and how fast he was able to change his outfit. Nero almost tore off his shirt and got on the bed throwing his shirt to the side. V instructed Nero to lay on the bed, Nero did so.V then got on top of Nero,Nero out of habit grabbed V’s waist to help support him. V’s Face turned a bright red with embarrassment even when V wanted to do one of the simplest things he had to get help from someone he was powerless unlike Nero or Dante compared to them he was simply a plain human, not a descendant of Sparda, not even part devil. While V was lost in his thoughts Nero had slid up still holding V’s waist and picked the poet up. Nero smiled seeing V so lost in thought that he looked so innocent.At that moment V soon snapped back to reality to realize that he had been picked up, V just placed his head in the crook of Nero’s neck taking a deep inhale taking in Nero’s smell a soothing mix of sweet mint and roses. Nero glanced down at V, feeling the poet's head move from the crook of his neck to the middle of his chest; he enjoyed the feeling of having V in his arms. V had always found Nero’s heartbeat relaxing, so V would often lay in the middle of Nero’s chest just listening to the soothing sound it produced. Nero’s Heartbeat reminded V of a serenade, a serenade of life, of humanity something that V had always had but never accept at least not fully he knew he was human it was clear but the remnants of Vergil still remained even after they split he could hear the devil in his mind trying to conduct him.

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