Summary: My first M-rated fic ("Sins of the Father" doesn't count; those chapters are individually rated!). My original character, Heather, is caught between her own desires, and the love of everybody's favorite half-demon twins. Her heart is divided between them. Can she choose between them, especially once the stakes are upped? Or will Fate step in and take the choice away from all of them? Read and See!
Disclaimer: I know the twins, but I do not own the rights to Devil May Cry. If it didn't cost me one million dollars, my immortal soul, and my firstborn child I would buy it from them, but I can't, so I cannot claim ownership. Heather and Zak are mine, so if you take them, I will hunt you down and slay you!
Word to the Wise: This fic will have some kinda explicit sex scenes (though I've seen more explicit ones on the site) and language in it. No twincest (no one who knows the twins would ever think that could possibly happen!), simply good ol' girl-on-boy. If you don't like to read such things, or are offended by them, then I'd suggest you go back to the fic listings RIGHT NOW!!!
Heart to Heart
"Are you afraid?"
Vergil backed the woman up against the wall, until she was pressed tight against the prickly brick surface and there was no possible way for her to escape him. His glacial-blue gaze merged with her hazel-green ones, pinning her in place. Demanding that she bow to his will.
"Yes." Her voice was soft, helpless. Whispered from a very dry throat.
"Do you honestly believe that you know me so well, Heather?" He took another step closer, his very presence making a sweet, warm heat shudder up her spine. "Are you so foolish as to think that you have uncovered all of my secrets?"
"No."
"I know you, better than you would ever desire." Now he was invading her personal space, mere inches away from touching her. Only the tiniest sliver of space was left between their bodies. She forcibly suppressed the trembling that threatened to overcome her body. His head tipped to the side, an oddly childish gesture totally at odds with the situation, with him. "You don't want a gentle man, do you?"
"No."
"You want someone stronger than you, someone who can dominate you." Vergil slid his thigh between her legs, took hold of her hands and held them up by her head, pressing them into the unforgiving stone. This brought him even closer to her, brought her attention the amount of heat this cold man's body gave off. She was trapped by his body against a stone wall, where no one could possibly aid her, but she didn't try to escape.
Because he was right.
"That's why you turned down all the others, isn't it?" The words were whispered barely an inch from her slightly-parted lips. She fought to clear her head, to free herself from the fog he had mired her head within. How had he gotten so damned close so damn fast without her realizing that this wasn't going slowly? "They weren't bad enough for you."
"They still share the house," she managed to whisper. A meaningless protest.
"But only as friends. The only competitors remaining are Dante and myself. He, as well as I, could hurt you, easily overpower you, if we wished to." Vergil gazed down the length of her body, as if he had all the time in the world. "And that turns you on."
"Yes." The word was barely audible, trembling from between rosy-pink lips on the merest of indrawn breaths.
"I could claim you here…" He moved even closer to her, emphasizing the soft-spoken words with a pelvic thrust. The pressure eased a moment later, but she still felt the impression he had wanted her to feel. "And you wouldn't stop me, would you. You would let me, because the idea excites you. Indeed you would only encourage me in my efforts, scream your pleasure even as I strip you of your last shreds of innocence, taking you here among the garbage and filth."
His cerulean eyes filled her vision, disabling her ability to look away. Preventing her from escaping him once more. She swallowed hard, the heat of his body enveloping her senses.
"Yes, you like this, don't you?" His breath whispered against her lips, finally wresting a shudder from the woman against the wall, trapped against his body. "I know you do."
Then his mouth was on her, forcing her lips apart so his tongue could tangle with her own. She was blown away by how good a kisser he was; if he hadn't been holding her up, she would have fallen to the asphalt beneath their feet.
After a heated moment, far too short for Heather's inflamed sensibilities, he raised his head, leaving a slight nip on her bottom lip. She licked it with a dry tongue; the bite tingled softly. "None of the others made you react that way, did they, Heather? Only I and my brother can do that to you." He pressed against her again, keeping their pelvises tight together this time. She sucked in a breath and her head fell back against the wall, her eyes falling closed. "Because we are exactly what you want."
"Oh, God…"
"Am I right?"
Both of them already knew the answer, but she had to say it. The unspoken demand was there in his eyes. Commanding her to say it aloud. She closed her eyes again, a soft moan emitting from her throat.
"Yes."
A cruel smirk, then he was kissing her again. Faster than she had thought possible, he had let go of her left hand and taken his leg out from between her own. He took her left leg and raised it, wrapping it around his waist, all the while kissing her as aggressively as he had before. A kiss emphasizing her vulnerability to his superiority.
Vergil was ruthless, demanding her compliance. With anybody else, Heather would never have responded. But with him the obedience, almost seemed instinctive. She was defenseless against his onslaught, as defenseless as if he had slashed at her with Yamato.
And it made her body scream for him.
Heather sat in her bed remembering Vergil's actions later that evening, on their way back from dinner. He was right, of course. None of the other men had made her react like that. She was as much for women's rights as any feminist, but there was something about Dante and Vergil that made her burn with sweetest fire, that made her feel as if it might not be so bad to follow a man's lead for once. She had a thing for bad boys, and they were exactly what she had always envisioned.
She leaned her head against the headboard, inwardly groaning. But if both of them were precisely what she wanted, what she craved, then how in the name of God was she going to choose between them?
Heather valued them both as friends; she didn't want to lose one to the jealousy of the other.
And she definitely didn't want one to kill the other over her. She knew she wasn't worth that, even if they didn't.
Glancing over at the clock, she shoved a hand through her messy hair and got up. It was 3 in the morning, but she was far too restless to sleep. Heather pulled on a robe and went downstairs, taking care to avoid the creaky floorboards. The men were asleep, even if she wasn't.
All save one. Zak was downstairs in the kitchen, pouring out two mugs of hot chocolate. His crimson eyes took her in as she entered the kitchen, and his gaze told her nothing of his thoughts. Taking a seat, he placed one mug at the chair across the table, and she slid into the empty seat, wrapping her hands around the mug as if chilled.
"Care to talk about it?" he asked, tucking his black hair behind one pointed ear. For a half-vampire, he was uncharacteristically sensitive to her moods.
She stared into the mug as if she were attempting to read the dissolved grains of powdered cocoa that swirled therein. "I don't know who to choose, and I know a choice must be made," she finally said.
"The twins?"
"Who else? I've turned down all the others." Including Zak, but that break-up had been mutual. They were meant as friends, not lovers. Most of the break-ups had been mutual agreements to remain friends, but to stop being something that simply wasn't meant to be. The few that hadn't been were already long gone. Heather missed them, for several of them had been great friends, but she felt that it was for the better that they had stopped dating. A prolonged relationship continued purely for the privilege of saying that they were dating only caused unnecessary pain to everyone involved.
"What conclusions have you reached concerning your feelings for them?"
"I care about them both deeply. I could easily share my life with either of them." She took a sip of the hot chocolate, and sighed as the liquid slid down her throat. Non one made cocoa as good as Zak. "Dante's everything I always wanted in a man. He's bad but good, naughty but nice, a smart-mouth, a badass, a softie, drop-dead gorgeous, sarcastic, likes leather, and he can use a sword and guns. All that, and he's got washboard abs."
"And Vergil?"
She sighed again. Domineering, cold, proud, insufferable, judgemental, aristocratic, bad, and he has a nasty temper. But he's so very hot, he uses a sword like no one I've ever seen, and he's a very good kisser…" She put her head down on the table. "He's everything I didn't think I wanted in a man, but he's totally irresistible. I don't think I can choose."
Her voice held a note of hopeless despair. Zak reached out to take her hand, and she held onto his slim, strong fingers as if she would die if he let her go.
"You can do this, Heather. I've seen you get through far tougher situations. You have the strength to get through this."
"But I don't want to lose either of them." It sounded as if she was crying now. Zak's heart wrenched when he heard that broken sound, but he wasn't sure how to offer comfort. After all, very few people cried where he came from. So he merely held her hand, stroked her fingers, and offered silent support. As always.
After a minute, she raised her had and used her free hand to wipe away the tears streaming down her cheeks. "I cherish their company to much to lose one if I choose the other. What am I gonna do?"
Zak squeezed her hand comfortingly. "I don't know how to help you in this, Heather. All I can say is this: your body can be given to as many people as you wish, but you can only give your heart to one man. Also, keep in mind that either of them, any of us, would value being your first. Perhaps the taking of your virginity would serve as a kind of consolation to one if you end up choosing the other."
She laughed softly. "What, you still can't believe that I'm a virgin?"
"Virgins are a rare commodity in the Caverns of Blood, Heather. If it was me in their place, I would be honored to be your first." He smiled, and she couldn't help but grin back. Friends they were, and friends they would remain.
But friends could indulge in innuendo.
"I don't know, Zak. I've heard half-vamps don't have much to brag about below the belt," she said with a saucy smile.
"Oh, trust me. I may not be as large as Dante or Vergil are supposed to be, but I know how to use the small blessings bestowed upon me to their fullest potential!" He gave her a lusty grin, and she couldn't help but laugh.
"But seriously, just let your heart choose. Come what may, you will always have us. And I'm always willing to listen if you need to talk."
"I know." She finished her cocoa, and got up. Going around the table, she gave him a grateful hug. "Thank you, Zak."
Then she was gone, and Zak was alone in the kitchen once more. He listened to her going back up the stairs and climbing into bed, and turned his head to the ceiling space upon which Dante's bed rested.
He hoped the Sons of Sparda appreciated the gift they now held in their hands.
