~Chapter 1: Vexing vixen~

~Iscariot Headquarters~

"Damned little...Uh!" Maxwell growled and threw a small stack of papers off his desk in frustration.

Maxwell had caught Evangeline flirting with yet another priest. She'd playfully bent over to pick up the book she'd 'accidentally' dropped and purposefully flashed the young man her knickers. Maxwell hadn't had time to catch up with her as she giggled and skipped away. He'd just closed his door and stepped away, pouting and huffing and puffing like an angry dragon (which Evangeline sometimes compared him to.)

He plonked himself down in his seat and immediately crossed his arms, stubbornness telling him not to pick up those papers and just pout for a bit. Unfortunately, his 'OCD' was telling him to do it or his office might burn down and he sighed in frustration and bent over to pick up the scattered sheets.

Just outside his office...

Listening cautiously at the door, Yumiko and Heinkel had their ears pressed firmly against the mahogany wood.

"He's being emo again." Yumiko commented dryly, able to pinpoint the moment when Maxwell bent over and scrunched up balls of paper.

"That man...he makes me furious. He may be a priest but he has needs," Heinkel shook her head and rolled her eyes, "you know, all he needs is a good fucki-"

"Heinkel!" Yumie hissed and hit her friend on the head. The personality switched always occurred whenever Heinkel was being perverted. Which was difficult for Yumiko/Yumie to keep up with.

Back inside the office...

Maxwell had finished sorting out his papers. He threw whatever he had read, didn't want to read or simply didn't have time to even glance at into the bin and grudgingly sat back down on his now very empty desk.

With his head in his hands, he sighed and thought about the troubles in his life. One particular one.

The girl called Evangeline.

At the thought of her, Maxwell smiled a little, the image of her in his head something that always made him happy. She was standing in his office by the doors, laughing happily as she spun around on the spot, her arms out stretched for him to join her as they celebrated something. He couldn't even remember what it had been that they'd been so happy about, but all he could remember was her and the way she looked. The way she smiled. The warmth of her hands as he willingly placed his in hers. The way her body moved.

Maxwell sat back in his chair and willed away that thought as his loins gave him an unexpected twitch and he dug his fingernails into the wood of the chair beneath him.

He'd tried to suppress these urges but every night, his dreams where filled of her. Different scenarios and more or less the same. She'd be calling to him. Sometimes sitting on his desk or outstretched on the bed beneath him. Her clothes a strewn or completely gone. And she'd always be begging for him to make her his.

Maxwell couldn't stand it any more.

He'd decided that he would fulfil his dreams wish and make her his.

The only problem was, he didn't know what to do.