Originally I wanted to do this story, and you can see the makings of it in the second chapter of Nothing But Trouble. Ghosts... Halloween was a few weeks back, it also was my 24th birthday :) In celebration of my favorite holiday I began this... I've had a love of horror as far back as I can remember, and so I've wanted to do this concept for some time now. Plus, I've neglected Dante for Vergil long enough! I'm a Dante fan, so now it's time to do something with him.
In the meantime, in tribute to my favorite holiday, I've written this. I'm not sure how far it will go, or if anyone will like it. I'll try to keep some humor when possible, but I have a feeling this is going to take a dark road and may get explicit (Note the "M" Rating)
This is also a story inspired by my good buddy Chrome, who gave me the courage to test some…unfamiliar waters with this story…lol Hope she enjoys it!
This might turn out to be a Dante/Lady pairing depending where my mind takes it. If enough people like it I'll carry on with it :) If not, that's how the cookie crumbles. :P R&R.
Obsession
Chapter 1
When I was young I saw you as a blinding white hope in a dark world. You shone brighter to me than any false light I had ever seen. Even then I wanted you body and soul. You never noticed me though, no matter how hard I tried. Your world was a door locked to most, and I was always left shut out in the cold.
Then you finally noticed me and made me yours for a night. But I was a fool to think it would go any further, the same way you are a fool for having let me go. What times we could've had, if only you had let me in. Well, I couldn't have you in life and so I will take you in death...
Did you love me Dante? Could you ever have loved anyone...
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"I don't know if I like this." Dante said gloomily as Lady pulled the car around the corner. He stared at the row of old houses with a doubtful look. "It's not me ya know?"
"This is exactly why it'll work bonehead." Lady said annoyed. He had been doing this to her ever since they left the shop. "I moved out of the shop and found a place to live. It's a place for business, not sleepovers. Let's face it, I don't want to come walking in to work to find you lying naked on the floor after another drinking binge." She continued distastefully.
"You know you enjoy that." He said wolfishly, putting a hand out to touch her leg. Lady quickly slapped it away.
"I doubt the clients would want to see it either. Not to mention, you can do whatever you want in a private home rather than have your shop neighbors calling the police on you for disturbing the peace."
"I can't help it if Angie, or Isabelle, or what's-her-face is enthusiastic." He replied, trying to remember what last night's girls name was. Lady turned to glare at him.
"You are a real jerk, you know that? One of these days your sexual history is going to explode in your face."
"What's the worst that can happen? My regular rotation says no, and I get a new set." He said dismissively. Lady stepped hard on the brake, causing Dante to fly forward with a jerk, and smacking his face into the dashboard. "You bitch!" He growled.
"We're here." She said peevishly, opening the car door and trying to get away from him before she killed him for his lack of sensitivity.
Lady had been partnering with Dante for a few years now, watching him slowly descend into an alcohol and sex induced world. The annoyingly charming friend hadn't been present in a few months now, and she missed him terribly. This new Dante had dove head first into his work, charging recklessly into battles almost as if to prove something to himself. They had narrowly escaped certain death no thanks to him and now his new fix was women. Human, half breed, all demon... He didn't seem to have a preference, as long as it had quivering legs to spread for him. He would take it however it was offered. Lady cringed at this, not knowing how to help him.
"I really don't need a new place. I liked it better when it was just you and me." Dante said, catching up with her by grabbing her wrist. Lady pulled her hand from his and rounded on him.
"I'm sure you did." She sneered. "Especially those midnight visits you tried to pay me. I don't know what's wrong with you Dante, but you have to deal with this. I removed myself from that situation for a reason." She looked at him hard, hoping to see something more than an uninterested glare.
She knew he was still mad at her for leaving Devil May Cry and finding a place of her own. For all his dark moods, Dante could not stand to be alone. It could've possibly been a deep rooted fear of growing up without a family. She needed to get away from him though, as their close friendship had been put to the test more times than she liked to admit.
He had come to her on the nights he couldn't get some random girl to sleep with him. Lady often wondered if maybe he didn't do it for the company of a warm body to lie next to at night, with sex being the added bonus. If this were the case, she would've allowed him to take comfort in only laying beside her, but he had taken things further and she had no choice but to move out. She was ashamed to admit that with each new attempt came a need to let him take her further. But Lady was not one of his mindless groupies, and she knew that he would never treat her the way she deserved if she gave in. It had hurt to leave him, but she refused to show it.
Since her departure he felt more inclined to no longer hold back. Everything became an excess to him and their friendship had been failing because of it. He blamed her for leaving, using this as a reason to make her feel guilty in hopes she might come back. She had made up her mind however, and now she was determined to help him deal with this.
Dante rolled his eyes at her. "You left because you were jealous you weren't the only one I was trying to fuck." He said simply, walking past her. Lady kicked her leg out, catching Dante in the back of the kneecap. He went down quickly, and she pressed a knee into his back while twisting his arm behind him.
"You go ahead and think whatever you want Dante, but know this. I wouldn't sleep with you if the entire populace depended on it. I'm not that desperate." She hissed venomously at him. This was what their conversations had turned into. It was always one perversion after another, with biting words and cutting fights. Lady hated it.
Dante pulled his arm forward, much stronger than her, and caught her off balance. He pulled her around and sat on her thighs to keep her pinned down. "Oh, but your body has said differently on several occasions." He sighed, inhaling deeply as he leaned down towards her.
"Excuse me?" A voice said, and Lady was relieved to see an elderly woman standing a few feet away. She looked startled to see them lying on the ground, Dante pinning her arms above her head. Lady pushed and Dante gave way, standing up and offering her his hand. She ignored it and stood on her own.
"Are you Mrs. Dalry?" Lady asked, dusting off her clothing.
"Please, call me Joan." She said, smiling at Lady before looking sideways at Dante nervously. He only stood with his arms crossed, observing her in a dull way.
"I'm Lady, and this is Dante." Lady put a hand out and Joan shook it. "I'm sorry, we, uh, fell." Dante laughed derisively.
"Lady? That is an unusual name." Joan said thoughtfully. "I'm sure it suits you though." She added when Dante gave another laugh. "Well, if you'll follow me the house is this way."
"Listen...Joan, I'm sorry if my friend here got yours hope up but I'm not really looking, so..."
"Don't listen to him." Lady interrupted. "There's no harm in looking." She looked over at Dante who only rolled his eyes, and then put a hand out towards the house, ushering them to lead the way.
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"You're a real bitch, you know that?" Dante said 45 minutes later as they drove away. "You had that planned didn't you?"
"I can't make up your mind for you, if you bought it then it was all your doing." Lady replied, a slight smile on her face.
Dante stared at her profile, looking for the slightest flicker that could give her away. After all, he had been shooting down every attempt made by her to get him out of Devil May Cry and into a place of his own. Some stupid idea of hers that if he removed himself from his 24/7 job that he would somehow begin to feel better.
Lady had recently come to the conclusion that Dante was in dire need of a mother, and had jumped at the chance to nag him. She had known him for a few years, sure, but she'd only lived with him a few months. She had not seen him before that outside the battle field, and so she took his lifestyle and tried to make it seem wrong. What the hell does she know.
She didn't realize this was how Dante was in his everyday life, or if she had a clue she had played dumb to it. Yeah, she's good at that innocent bullshit. He had to admit though that when she came to live with him he felt the need for female companionship less, or at least it wasn't a constant need like it had been when he was living alone. She had a way of growing on him, especially on the nights when she let her guard down enough to sit and drink with him. For all her hardness, she had a soft core he delighted in.
It had taken him a while to realize the growing affection could be more. He didn't really know what one did in this situation, and so he tried to make her jealous with many beautiful women. It only proved to make her more angry with him, but this was how he dealt with his feelings. Then he decided to be the one to make the first move. He wasn't one to be shy, and so he had come to her in the middle of the night on several occasions.
Dante's eyes darkened as he watched her, smiling in the driver's seat. Her profile was striking as the street lamps brought it into focus, and then left it in darkness as they passed. She was bewitching to him, so pure and yet so raw. Her could devour her with his eyes, from the softness of her full lips to the rise and fall of her breasts. She was intoxicating, and he had thought to conquer her. Yet, she had conquered him, and so he had replaced her with other women to fill the void her presence had left behind.
Dante suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of his head as Lady's hand smacked him.
"What the hell?" He yelled once he'd come back to reality.
"My face is up here." She growled. "Get your head out of the gutter."
"I was just noting how small they are." He said in a cutting tone, noting the instance of hurt in her face as she took the words in. It was much easier to feel in control this way, even though he felt like a bastard for saying it. If anything he considered her very attractive, and well proportioned. He didn't understand why she had to be this way with him. He missed talking openly and without fights. To avoid those though, he would have to bite his tongue when his anger threatened to get the better of him. "Sorry." He murmured quietly.
Lady turned to look at him out of the corner of her eyes. One magenta one sizing him up as if to see if he were saying it sincerely. The rest of the way home was in silence as Dante scowled out the window.
"Come in." Dante offered as he got out.
"I don't think so." She said dismissively.
"You left some things behind, I boxed them for you. C'mon, you wouldn't want me alone with some of your underwear, now would you?" He grinned at her. She only glared back at him before shutting the car off and opening the door to follow him.
Dante watched as Lady headed upstairs to her old room, a room he had been sleeping in since she left. He slept in there alone though, never able to stomach the thought of having another woman in her bed. It was a jewel of a thought in amongst the more disgusting aspects of his mind. Somehow he just couldn't do it, and so her room had become a haven for him when he was alone.
Now though, he would be spending his nights elsewhere. He had not expected to ever leave this place, but found the house they'd viewed, that he had purchased to be... What was the right word. Filling maybe? It was an odd sensation, but somehow he knew it the moment he stepped a foot in the door.
For months he had this shadow hanging over him, something that weighed heavy on him. He couldn't explain it. The house though left him with ease, like everything that had gone wrong would be better if he moved here. It was warm, and inviting in comparison to the shop. It didn't feel empty, even when he had been alone upstairs. It reminded him, oddly enough, of the home he'd lived in with Vergil and his mother. The last time he had ever felt anything close to love.
He had told the woman he'd take it before she could give them a proper tour. Lady had looked at him bewildered, but it had quickly turned into a smile. This is the beginning. He thought. It had to be, because Lady's first true smile in months had promised it. He already felt his luck turning around.
Lady came down stairs with the small box in her hands to find Dante sitting on the couch, a beer in one hand with another opened one sitting on the coffee table in front of him.
"Come sit with me." He said before taking a drink from his can.
"Not tonight Dante, I should really be getting back." She replied.
"Just a half of a beer, c'mon! For old times sake?" Dante grinned in the dopey way that made her smile slightly. She shook her head at him before joining him on the couch. Despite Dante's request, an awkward silence followed as Lady sipped her beer slowly. They just didn't know how to talk normally anymore, and if he didn't think of something quick...
"Dante, what's going on with you?" She asked suddenly. Dante groaned inwardly and rolled his eyes. Here we go again.
"Nothing, stop asking me that question."
"You can't tell me nothing as if that's any kind of an answer. You're getting meaner, you look like hell..."
"I'm part demon." He interrupted.
"You know what I mean. Something is off about you, and I don't know how to help. We're partners right? Friends? You can tell me anything." Lady looked at him with hopeful sincerity reflected in her eyes.
"If there were something to tell you then you would know. Just drop it, OK?" He slouched down in the couch. She set her beer down and turned to face him.
"If you want to drag yourself down that is fine, but don't expect me to sit back and watch. I'm HERE Dante, if you need me." She took his hand in a rare moment of frailty on her part. He could see her agony emblazoned in her face.
"No, you're in your place and I'm in mine." He pulled his hand from hers, lamenting the loss of warmth. "We were partners, and friends. But now, we're just co-workers." It was a bitter thought, but it was one he had thought of many times. Who were they to one another? Did it really matter at all? He'd never really needed anyone, except Vergil when they were younger. Yet he had severed that bond with time, and he had come out stronger for it.
Lady just stared at him, her eyes unblinking as she took in his words.
"I guess so then." She said. Lady picked up her box and moved around the coffee table for the doorway.
It took Dante less than a second to recapture her, his beer falling from his hand to seep into the wood of the floor as he wrapped his arms about her from behind.
"Don't go." He said slowly, his head falling against her shoulder. "I'll take it back, just don't go." Surprisingly Lady did not struggle to free herself from him, but he could feel that her guard was up by the tensing of her muscles in her arms. She went rigid.
"We can't keep doing this Dante. You can't have me both ways." She said quietly, still holding the box in her hands. "You either keep me around with kind words, or you force me away with harsh ones. Which is it?"
"I want you." He said as he nuzzled his face into her neck. Lady let out a small whimper.
"I didn't ask that Dante."
Dante wasn't paying attention anymore, as his lips met the softness of the skin under her throat. His hand came up to the opposite side, moving up to coerce her head back onto his shoulder. Her head fell upon it easily, but the remainder of her was still stiff in his arms. He turned her jaw towards him and looked at her eyes.
Her lids were heavy, and he could feel her soft intake of breath as she looked back at him. Couldn't she see how good they could be if only she would give in? How many opportunities were lost by her stubbornness... He leaned in and kissed her nose, wanting more than anything to show her that he didn't intend to harm her. He could never. A short breath stifled in her throat as she parted her lips. It could've been a move of innocence, an inexperienced girl trying to find her barings when faced with the unexpected, but he took it as an invitation.
Dante brushed his lips against hers before taking her bottom lip. He pulled her back into him with his hands as he kissed her. She was shaking, and at first did nothing but watch him. Her eyes were driving him crazy, the look of anguish as she submitted to the kiss she had always told herself she did not take pleasure in. Dante urged her on, flicking his tongue against her lips in a seductive way that gained him access to her warm mouth.
His free hand traced a pattern from her waist upwards to the swell of her breast. Lady let out a gasp as he ran a hand over, and it seemed to bring her to life.
"Stop." She said weakly against his mouth. Despite this she pressed herself into his hand, her body working instinctively to his touch. He smiled down at her, kissing her brow as she closed her eyes.
"I would, if you didn't react to my touch." His voice quivered as he felt a nub breaking the surface of her shirt. Lady moaned in a despairing way, much like she had done on the nights he had come to visit her. Despite her protests that she would never give in, she had never once locked her door to prevent him from sneaking in. In his mind he knew that under the right circumstances she too might want to be with him. Perhaps now was that time.
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In that moment Lady was thinking of something she had once heard. Everyone needs someone. Could it be true even with people like them? Deep down, did she really want this? Dante had been something solid to her for a long time, and she had grown to respect him in their earlier days. What she wanted was for him to have something to hold onto, and she had only stayed because of the urgency in his voice when he'd begged her not to go.
Now though, she was rooted to the spot by something completely different. She had known it all those other times. She had once wanted him, before he became a jerk. In the days when they had fought equally side by side, and could take comfort in one another's company. How she longed for that again.
"Stay with me." He purred into her ear, licking the outside of her lobe as his hands wandered to the buttons of her shirt.
"I can't." She said, and groaned at the falter in her own voice. It's a lie. He ran his hands down to her wrists gently, trying to make her drop the box to access her lower buttons. Lady held onto it as if it were her anchor.
"Come on Lady... You know I want you, so just let go." He said with a deep growl that made her shiver. It was full of promises, but she knew they were promises he would never keep. She knew it, and yet her hands lost their strength and the box hit the floor with a loud crack. Lady stood breathless, staring at it as if it had somehow betrayed her by being on the floor.
He turned her slowly around to face him, but she couldn't look at him. His fingers began messing with the buttons on her shirt as he pushed her backwards. Only when her back hit the wall did she look up at him, and saw the fierceness of his eyes as they took in her own.
"I won't let this happen."
"Oh, but you are..." He sighed as he kissed downward, his lips touching her skin as each undone button revealed more. She felt sleepy, in a dreamlike state that was unknown to her. He was on his knees before her, and she was staring off into space as all her senses jolted to life. His cool mouth on her navel, his hands working their way up from her ankles.
Lady dropped down to her knees in front of him to prevent his hands from roaming too far, and she fell into his embrace. He pulled her to him, wrapping her legs around his waist as they pressed themselves together. Lady felt light headed as he kissed her harder, increasing the warmth that was spreading from her mid section. She was drowning, and soon she would no longer be able to pull herself out.
He pulled the buckle on his coat and tossed it off quickly, as if to make sure his arms didn't give her the time to second guess. All that separated their flesh now was her bra, and even as the thought began to run through her mind she felt his hands fumbling at her back to see it did not interfere with his mission.
Mission... That's all I am to him. How many times had Dante pursued any number of girls, acting like a lovesick puppy to get them in bed with him? Only to discard them once he'd had his fill. I am so stupid... She was falling for it too, all because she believed that he could be redeemed. She had seen the side of him his regulars never did, or had she conned herself into believing it?
Dante was kissing below her collar, his hands still fumbling with her bra when the front door opened. Lady stopped immediately, but Dante didn't seem to have noticed the newcomer at all.
"I was feeling lonely so I..." Ruby red lips purred into the room. Heavily mascara laden blue eyes swept over the two of them and Lady suddenly felt her spine return to her. "Oh, but I see you have company already... To think I thought to have you all to myself Dante."
Carla, the cold hearted wench. One of his regulars, and someone who had shown noticeable dislike to Lady since they'd met. Carla was tall, tanned, with long brown hair and an exotic flair about her. She was sex on legs as far as men went, but she had taken a very keen interest in Dante. Where she had been able to wrap every man around her annoyingly manicured finger, she was wrapped around Dante's willingly. So Lady had always been considered a small threat. One that she constantly reminded was no one in comparison to her.
Son of a bitch... Lady growled internally as every pleasurable feeling in her body imploded to pure heat of anger. She half wondered if Dante had invited her over earlier in the day and forgot about her in his haste to deflower Lady. Lady pushed him away, smacking at his hands as he tried to recapture her.
"God damn you!" She hissed, finally kicking away from him. She turned to close her shirt, shame and disbelief creeping into her cheeks. In her haste to leave Dante had went to Carla and told her to get the fuck out.
"You are too cruel Dante." She simpered in a playful way. She didn't seem to grasp that he wasn't in a playing mood. He actually pushed her back out of the door and slammed it in her face.
"Lady." He began as he reached a hand out to her. Lady turned and punched him as hard as she could in the jaw.
"Don't talk to me, look at me, or CONTACT me until you've got your shit together. I AM not, and WILL not be another one of your WHORES." She seethed, tears coming to her eyes out of sheer anger. She wanted to push him to the floor and beat his face into a bloody pulp. Make him unrecognizable as person she cared for who could be so cold hearted. To think what I might've done if she hadn't come.
Lady picked up her box as Dante recovered from her punch and walked out the door without even closing it behind her.
Ok, so no ghosts yet in this chapter. I'm very on the fence about this story for the time being, so whether or not I continue will depend on reviews. It will undoubtedly be darker and more "M" rated than my other stuff if it is continued though. Dunno, what do you guys think?
Reviews, constructive criticism and all that good stuff :)