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lost-oasis · 23 days ago

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A/N: Phew. This one is going out to my beloved Nero babes: @milkandstarlight, @unluckywisher, and @inkblotgalaxies. I hope you ladies enjoy this. 🖤

Full disclosure this is canon-divergent Nero to the fucking T, as I'm writing Nero as a double agent, with a nice ass place and a small pool in his bathroom all courtesy to Emi's (my darling moondrop) beautiful mind; she basically cowrote this honestly; whispering in my ear. So, fuck it we ball. Anyways! I hope you all enjoy a dip of this menace of a canon-divergent Nero that has infiltrated my goddamn mind.

Posted on AO3: You Are My Antidote

"Oh come on! It's been a while since we got to go out and you guys did amazing with the mission! It calls for a celebration!" Tara whined, tugging on the sleeves of your hunter outfit, her eyes gleaming excitement and it almost broke your heart that you had to decline.

Your mental capacity said no and for once, you have to oblige.

"Tara, I adore you, really... but I just want to get these reports done and head back home," you said, hope filled in your eyes, even if you already knew she would understand.

She sighed, planting her hands on your shoulders before nodding her head, "alright, fine."

She gave you a brief hug and you returned the energy one hundred percent before waving to her and the others as they filed out of the office.

A relieved sigh emitted through your lips as you plopped down onto your chair and began working on the reports.

Unbeknownst to you, Nero was still in the building, and he had been hit with the aphrodisiac protocore. Of course, this shouldn't be any surprise, considering the first area the protocores were brought into was the data analytics team.

He had also rejected the invitation to join the team in their celebration for a successful raid. Then again, it wasn't really his cup of tea to begin with, and unlike with you, the team didn't bother to push him to join them.

'If he wanted to, he would' was their resolve.

He knew that he had been hit by the aphrodisiac, but he figured that it wasn't so bad considering that the effects were little to none, and he was doing just fine.

Until his space began to heat up, his heartrate gradually increased as he tapped his fingers against his keyboard, causing him to lean back and undo his tie from around the collar of his uniform, the buttons of his shirt next. Yet, it still wasn't enough, and he began growing frustrated, forgetting that he actually wasn't alone in the office.

Having completed a decent amount of work, you decide to take a break and stretch your limbs. You walked around the office and stopped near the data analytics side when you heard noises. As you got closer to the area, you began making out the noises you were hearing.

Heavy breathing, frustrated groans, and at some point a slam of a fist against a desk, whilst the sound of papers fluttered about soon following after.

You peek around the corner and you find the source of the sound. Nero. You didn't think anyone else would be in the building and it's more surprising than not when you see Nero, but having thought he had left once Captain Jenna and Andrew announced the mission complete.

"Nero?" You called out loud enough for him to hear, not wanting to startle him as you advanced to his desk.

The male had his head down, his breathing becoming heavier and more prominent as you stepped closer before a hand raised up to stop your movement.

"Stay- Stay right there," and it almost took you back to the first time you met him, only this time his voice was gravely, hinted with a struggle to keep it steady, "you should go."

His words were anything but a gentle suggestion, but more riddled with a warning. As if you were stepping into territory that would have you regretting it the moment you think about trying to back away from it. Yet, there was this pull to Nero that you couldn't ignore.

Curiosity peeked its little head like a devil on your shoulder, encouraging you to feed into the curiosity that traced in your mind.

You stepped forward, but you're not sure if it was you or your mind suddenly making the advances; you couldn't stop yourself from doing so either. So, you disregard his warning, you move closer until you're next to him, a hand gently landing on his shoulder, easing him into a sitting position and that's when you see his visage.

He is flushed from his face down his chest, a couple more buttons having been undone from his uniform, his tie haphazardly clinging to the edge of his desk, his glasses set to the side and as your gaze drifted down, you see the intricate freckles decorating his décolletage like constellations, you forget where you are as you reach out to brush your fingers along them.

His breath hitched at the mere touch of your fingers on his burning skin, his chest heaving up and down as he attempted to steady his breathing, causing him to grab onto your wrist, his slender digits curling around it as he looked up at you.

"I said you should leave, didn't I?" His words were beginning to slur, your eyes widening as you attempted to pull your hand away.

"Nero, you don't look so good, wait here... I'll get you some water—"

Your words were cut off the moment Nero tugged and had you nearly falling onto him against the chair. Thankful for your quick reflexes, you stopped yourself from doing so, but there was a hint of a smirk that briefly appeared on his lips before it disappeared.

"I just need to go home," he spoke heavily, eventually letting go of your wrist.

You nod your head, as if the two of you were silently communicating on what to do next. Having chosen to bring him back to his place since the distance was much closer than yours, after grabbing his glasses and placing them back onto his face, you help him out of his chair then wrapped his arm around your neck whilst your arm snaked around his waist.

You guided him to the elevator and he reached out to hit the down button, ushering the both of you into the lift once it arrived.

The ride down felt like ages, Nero groaning near your ear didn't help either as your cheeks flushed from not only the close proximity, but the fanning of his breath against your skin. He seemed to be resting, leaning his body against yours in almost a slumping manner before his head lifted.

With a hand resting behind your head, he shifted to move in front of you, capturing your chin as he tilted your head up. Your eyes lock with one another, and for a moment panic rose in your chest when realizing what might be happening and the fact you're still in the Association building, but before you could even protest, you feel his warm lips against yours and for just a brief moment, you allow it to happen, melting into the kiss until your senses came back, pushing him away and breaking the kiss.

He stumbled back and you reached out to steady him.

"We can't do that here, Nero..." You said, an obvious disappointment tone in your words as you pointed to where the cameras were.

Nero's gaze lifted to where you were pointing as he grunted, "right, yeah, sorry... that was out of line of me."

Yet, when you heard those words, he didn't sound apologetic at all.

Once the lift reached the ground floor, you flagged a cab and entered it along with Nero. He gave his address to the driver as he faced the window, planting his forehead against the cool surface. Every once and awhile, his hand would find your arm to squeeze it as if a method to keep himself grounded throughout the duration of the ride.

You thank the driver, handing him the money as you helped Nero out of the cab and into his place. It wasn't easy and due to ensuring that you get him into his home as best as you can, the spaciousness of the vicinity completely goes over your head as you settled Nero unceremoniously onto his sofa.

Whatever he was trying to say was muffled against the sofa as his back lifted then eased down in a deep huff. You shook your head and laughed in amusement.

"Stay here, I'll see if I can find anything to help," you ordered and didn't bother to let him answer back as you moved to locate his bathroom not too far away from him.

Nero's home was dined in vaporwave aesthetics, from neon lights and bits of pieces of artwork curated with designs of the old internet days and images. Hell, he even had a small pool in his bathroom decorated with more neon lights, it was completely different to what you had thought of a data analytics employee to even have, what with the wages the Hunters had, this all appeared way out of budget. And yet, the place was soothing nonetheless. It matched him perfectly, you concluded as you thought back to him then shook your head.

Right, focus.

You head to the medicine cabinet, digits hovering over the many pill bottles, but found nothing that you thought would remedy his current predicament. Perhaps some pain killers to bring down his obvious fever? Wait. Was he in pain? You cursed under your breath for not bothering to look through the files of possible antidotes you could make to counter the symptoms.

With a defeated sight easing from your lips, you close your eyes and look down before closing the medicine cabinet. When you lifted your head, you saw the silhouette of someone standing by the door.

You didn't hear Nero stir from the sofa, or you were too focused trying to find something to help, regardless his sudden appearance caught you by surprise.

"Are you feeling better, Nero?"

You asked and your body naturally stepped back only to be met by the edge of the sink as you saw Nero advancing toward you, his uniform completely undone, his chiseled chest gleaming under the neon lights, sweat dripping down the expanse of it as his hands reach out gripping tightly onto your hips.

"Why are you still here?" He questioned, his breath much more labored, his eyes dilated as he squeezed your hips in a bruising force, "you should've left." He spoke as he leaned forward, cupping your chin and keeping your head in place. "Whatever, you're mine now."

Before you could even say anything back, his lips are on yours in a searing kiss, much more than the last one he initiated in the elevator. This time, however, you don't stop him and you find yourself melting into the kiss, your eyes fluttering shut with your arms wrapping around his neck, fingers carding through his hair as Nero pressed his hips against yours, a growl emitting as he slipped his tongue into your mouth.

Your tongues danced sloppily, the heat rising in the bathroom causing the mirror to fog up slight before he broke the kiss. Saliva connected your lips and his before it's severed when he spun you around, grabbing onto your hands and guiding them to plant against the mirror. His erection now pressed against your ass as his hands glided back down to your hips with another firm squeeze. You can tell he was trying to hold back from completely devouring you, but the aphrodisiac and simply your presence doesn't help his case.

His mouth trailed kisses along the base of your neck, up to your ear, a nip against the shell as his breath fanned against your ear.

"Fuck, you're driving me insane," he groaned, his voice heavy with desire as he's grinding his hips nearly desperately against yours, his hands gliding down to the hem of your dress, gathering it around your waist as his fingers dipped briefly into the waist band of your panties, tugging at them almost teasingly. "I need you."

He can feel your body shivering by his touches and words, a smirk on his lips as he gazed at you through the mirror, and you see a glare in his glasses before he's taking them off, discarded somewhere on the counter or not, he didn't care where they ended up. He rolled his hips, a groan emitting once more as he lifted a hand to tug the straps of your dress down your shoulder, kissing the exposed skin there before his other hand slid down between your legs, dipping into your panties and rubbing his fingers between your wet folds.

"Damn. You're soaking wet..." He chuckled with amusement laced with mischief in his eyes whilst gathering your slick as he circled his digits around your sensitive nub, "I guess you weren't spared from the effects of the aphrodisiac either, huh?"

"Sh-Shut up..." You quipped weakly, albeit your legs parting to give him more room and shaking briefly clearly proved him right. Your hand gripping onto the edges of the sink as if holding onto any sort of semblance of sanity you had left.

Clearly, you were on the verge of absolutely having none.

He continued his ministrations as his other hand drummed fingers down your arm to your thigh, gripping at the flesh there before hiking your knee up the edge of the sink, making you open up to him more. The feeling of his fingers teasing at your entrance had your head spinning, tilting it back to rest against his shoulder as he removed his hand from your thigh, it roamed along your stomach and up to your chest until it met your chin, guiding your head back to face forward.

"Not the Nero you're used to, huh?" He teased, his tongue gliding along the outer shell of your ear, his gaze meeting yours and holding it there, "keep your eyes on you in the mirror, I want you to see just how pretty you look like this, weak and trembling just for me."

And it was true, this Nero was nothing like the anxiety-ridden, awkward, and quiet Nero. A man who only spoke when needed and kept a distance from everyone else.

No, this Nero was dripping with desire, the primal urge to claim you in this very room too strong for him to hold back any longer. His cover be damned, he needed you and quite frankly, you needed him.

"Nero, please ." A whine escaped the moment he pulled his fingers away.

The fact he hadn't even inserted his fingers had you craving for a feeling didn't get to experience yet.

"Patience, pretty girl. We're just getting started."

You bite back your tongue, wanting to retort but one minute he was standing tall behind you and the next, he's on his knees, tugging your panties to the side as he played with your cunt, spreading your folds teasingly before he was dipping his tongue to lick a fat stripe in between them and he growled at the far too pleasing taste of you.

"Fuck, you're delicious," he commented, delving his tongue back in as he flicked it against your sensitive nub.

His forefinger remained hooked into your panties, keeping them pushed to the side as his tongue licked along your soaking wet cunt, the noises he was making in between his moans was anything but decent, like a famished animal finally getting a taste of a meal they had been dying to feast upon and a damn good one at that.

Moans spilled from your swollen-kissed lips, your eyes gazing into the mirror, looking at how flushed you looked, your appearance anything but decent as your legs shook. Your body glistened with sweat as your walls clenched greedily around his tongue and you found yourself nearing the edge the moment he made fast movements with his tongue against your sensitive nub. He inserted two of his digits into your cunt, curling and scissoring, gradually driving you further to the edge.

"N-Nero, wait—I'm gonna—"

Nero eased his head back, but his fingers continued when heard this, making him cut you off as he gazed up at you through the mirror. "So? Let go for me," he spoke softly, a bit of a contrast to the merciless ministrations he was doing as he brought his face back to your cut, continuing to eat you out.

It didn't take long for you to tip over the edge, embarrassingly so, but Nero loved it all. He licked and sucked as you came on his tongue and he lapped it all up. He let go of your panties with a little snap to them, causing you to jump slightly and glare at him.

He laughed, easing your knee down as he turned your around to face him once more, but what he didn't expect was for you to crash your lips against his the moment your eyes caught sight of your come dripping from the side of his mouth, your tongue pushing greedily into his mouth, wanting to taste yourself on him.

He swallowed up your moans, pulling the two of you away from the counter and never breaking the kiss as he undid your dress and you tugged the rest of his clothing off his body. He walked you back to the small pool whilst tugging at the waist line of your panties, pulling them down and your walk momentarily became clumsy but you manage to step out of your panties, leaving the two of you completely naked.

The water in the pool undulated from the movement once you mounted him, his hand on your hips guiding you until you were filled to the brim by his cock. The clench of your walls had him pulsing inside of you and his grip on your hips tightened once more; you were more than sure bruises would form from how hard he held them and you didn't mind that at all, and he should be apologetic. Something in his mind told him to be, whilst the other part of his mind reminded him this was the only way for him to stop himself from fucking up into you.

Once you adjusted to him, the glide along his cock had practically soaring; your hips moved up and down in a steady motion, repeating it as you rolled your hips, riding him slowly at first and watching his facial expression turn into a pleasured one. With his eyes half-lidded and his bottom lip worrying between his teeth, he watched your the way your body worked its way against him. It was mesmerizing as your hands rested on his shoulder, giving you some leverage whilst you picked up the pace.

With each movement, he found himself getting closer to the edge, his hands landing down on your thighs and squeezing, guiding your hips and pulling you closer to him. Your knees planted on the ledge on either side of his hips before his control snapped and he held you in place, thrusting up into you with precise and deep strokes that hit that sweet spot, making you throw your head back as louder moans soon spilled from your lips.

"Nero..." A whine emitted when you tried to move your hips to meet with his, only for him to hold you more firmly against him.

He chortled, grabbing your chin and drawing you in for a kiss, whispering against your lips whilst never letting up on his thrusts and keeping you exactly where he wanted you.

"Shh. You've been working since early morning, right? That mission wasn't easy either," he spoke softly, peppering kisses along the side of your face, down to your neck and nipping at the skin. He took a portion of it, tugging on it before he began littering starless galaxies on your skin, the thought of consequences non-existent in this shared moment.

"Just let me take care of you," he whispered against your sensitve skin.

He grunted as he drove deeper and harder into you, the water crashing against the sides of the pool, "fuck you feel so good." He removed one hand from your hip, splaying it out on your middle back before it drifted upwards and buried itself into your hair, grabbing a handful of it as he tugged your head back to expose your neck better for him.

He delved his head and dragged his tongue from the base of your neck, up to the underside of your jaw as he nipped at it, a guttural growl rumbling in his chest, "I know what the antidote is." He claimed, easing his head back as he admired the work he made on your marked skin.

Your breath is heavy, fingernails digging into his shoulders, dragging down angry red marks that encouraged him to fuck you harder; you leaned in, capturing his lips in a desperate and sloppy passion, eyes glazed over as you panted against his lips, "what- what's the antidote?" You gasped out, asking him in between your moans.

Nero let go of your hair, turning your head so that you eyes locked with one another; in his, there is desire and something much, much more.

"It's not meant for everyone, in fact, I won't let them have it. But for me? It is you ."

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