A/N: Chapter two of four, a bit longer. Again, very citrusy, perhaps some language. It does seemingly leave off in a strange place, but I assure you, the break is natural.
As always, I appreciate your thoughts and comments, and I would like to thank every who has left a review or sent a PM so far. :D
Disclaimer: I had the rights to Devil May Cry (at last!), but when I was at school, a bully took my lunch money, car keys, and the rights! When I complained to the principal, he clucked sympathetically, but the rights were never recovered... :(
Chapter 2
A few weeks later, he entered the office and found her alone, standing in front of Dante's desk. He slipped up quietly behind her and wrapped his arms around her, burying his nose in her hair. She stiffened, frozen in fear.
"What's your name?" he purred, his lips grazing her ear.
"Vergil," she breathed, pushing at his arms.
He laughed softly, kissing her neck.
"A strange coincidence," he murmured against her throat.
"Let me go," she asked softly, her voice strained.
"Truthfully answer me two questions, and I shall let you go."
She was silent, but she stopped pushing at his arms.
"What is your name?" he softly repeated.
"Jacqueline, but everyone calls me Jaq," she replied.
He frowned.
"A man's name."
"What's the other question?"
He could hear a note of impatience in her voice. He smiled again and sucked on her earlobe. She made a very gratifying gasp.
"Do you enjoy the way I'm touching you?" he breathed in her ear.
"I…I don't know," she said.
He frowned and fluttered kisses down her throat.
"That's not an answer," he muttered.
"That's the truth, which is what you asked for: I don't know. You said you'd let me go."
She pushed at him again. He was hard, throbbing with need, and his devil wanted to take her.
After all, she hasn't truly answered the last question. I can do with her what I wish until she answers me.
He released her instead, ignoring the devilish thought, and she whirled around to face him. She was obviously trying to look brave, but her serious frown was betrayed by the faint smell of fear.
"You haven't let me go yet."
"I released you."
"That's not the same, and you know it. You promised you'd let me go. Aren't you going to honor that?"
He smiled at her, something she obviously wasn't expecting from the surprise on her face. He took a step back, and she moved, skittering around the desk to place it between the two of them. She was watching him warily-
-as well she knew she should be. He reached across the desk, pulling her onto its smooth surface. She squealed and giggled as he climbed on the desk, then on her.
"Vergil," she breathed, excitement and desire in her eyes. He reached for her mouth, possessing it, exploring its every crevice. His hands slipped over her body, and she writhed under his touch. Soon, they were petting and kissing each other. She thrust her hand into his pants, stroking his length; he slid his hand into her panties, pushing his fingers inside. She moaned and cried out his name, tangling her fingers in his white hair.
"Trigger for me," she begged, "it's been so long. You haven't done it once since coming to Devil May Cry."
Her eyes became sultry and cozening.
"I've missed it," she purred.
Growling ecstatically, he obliged as he plunged into her.
"Vergil!" she cried out in pleasure, "Ver-"
"-gil?" her voice cut through his thoughts.
He blinked, focusing on her. She held a notebook in her hands.
"Dante said that if you were here when I showed up, to give this to you. Something about wards and maps. I assume it has to do with that library, especially since he didn't just want to leave it lying around."
He nodded curtly, noting the amused look on the face of the she-devil standing with her.
The dream last night was the first one he'd had that was based on an actual encounter with her. He shook it off, both wishing the girl had approached him alone, and grateful she hadn't.
"Are you all right?" she asked, her usual guarded tone mingled with curiosity.
He smiled at her, an expression that never failed to widen her beautiful eyes.
"I am fine. Was there anything else you needed to give me?"
The question was seemingly innocent, but all three of them knew he wasn't referring to more messages from his brother.
She shook her head as she stepped back, bumping into the she-devil. She whirled, perhaps expecting it to somehow be Vergil behind her instead of the blonde demoness, then turned back to eye him warily.
"Well, I guess I'd better get out of here then."
She smiled at the she-devil.
"Thanks for the shopping trip, I haven't had that much fun in a while. And that boutique was fabulous, the und-" she cut herself off abruptly, glancing at him, but he was perusing the book, seemingly not listening.
He found himself wondering what sort of 'under-things', as she usually termed them, she had in those bags.
"Want to see what I got today? Trish took me shopping. No worries, I didn't let her pay for my stuff; I was imagining the look on your face if Dante had paid for my new under-things."
She gave one of those light, tinkling laughs that made his body tingle.
She rummaged through the bags, pulling out item after item, most of it lace, satin, silk, or some combination, in varying colors: pinks, reds, blacks, greens, and especially blues. As pretty as those things were, however, he wondered why she'd bothered. A lot of her clothes, especially bras, panties, and nighties, ended up being shredded, ripped, or torn, eventually. Neither he nor his libido had much patience when it came to her 'under-things'. Apparently, however, she had thought about that as well.
"Shall I pick out the first pretty thing to be destroyed, put it on, and let you tear it off me?" she teased, wiggling a pair of delicate lace panties.
"Indeed," he replied seriously.
She giggled as she boldly stripped in front of him and pulled the underwear over her legs. She rummaged in the bags until she dredged up a matching bra and fastened it around her generous breasts. She walked up to him, pressing her body against his, wrapping her hands around his neck to pull him down for a kiss-
The notebook hit the floor of the office, and he faintly heard that infernal she-devil laugh. The woman was gone, and the blonde demon was sitting on his twin's desk snickering at him.
"Lose your concentration, Vergil?" she asked sweetly.
He scowled at her, picked up the book, and retreated to the privacy of his room.
He tossed the book onto his bed. His many forays into the library had gone nowhere. Nothing in there had anything to do with dreams. He had yet to confess to his brother the exact nature of his problem, only saying that he'd been plagued by very real dreams that were ultimately distracting. He'd said nothing of their exact nature, nor about the girl. For her part, she had obviously not told Dante about the encounter that they had had at his desk.
Vergil stripped down and flopped onto his bed. There was no use putting it off any longer: he must tell Dante the full truth if he wanted to get an answer.
"I love her," he said simply.
Dante nodded thoughtfully as they both stood in Vergil's bedroom doorway, watching her.
"I'm happy for you, Verge. Never thought I'd get to say that. You going to marry her, find a place of your own? I'm pretty sure you don't want to raise your son here at the shop."
Said baby boy shifted around gently. She had obviously been feeding him and had fallen asleep. Now, they both lay asleep in Vergil's bed. The boy was so tiny, so delicate, it was almost hard for Vergil to believe he'd had anything to do with its creation.
He watched the little one wiggle around again, this time moving enough to wake his mother. She smiled at the boy, her fingers ghosting through his white hair. She scooped him into her arms, looked up casually, and caught sight of the two men in the doorway. Slightly panicked, she dragged the sheet around her exposed body, shielding it from his twin's view, but Dante had already politely looked away.
"How long have you two creeps been standing there watching me sleep?" she demanded.
Vergil smiled, sauntering into the room and sitting beside her on the bed. He kissed her temple.
"Long enough for me to tell my brother that I love you."
"Impossible. I was awake not an hour ago, and I know it would have taken you longer than that to stumble over those words."
Dante chuckled from the door, but Vergil reached around to her behind and gave it a hard pinch. She jumped and squealed satisfyingly. She reached up to run her fingers through his hair.
"So, what did you really say to your brother?"
"'I love her,'" he answered,
"Do you now?" came his brother's voice.
Vergil's eyes snapped open, and he was all too aware of his own arousal. He groaned to himself as he sat up, cursing that his wretched brother had caught him in one of those dreams.
"What are you doing, Dante?"
"Trish told me you'd come up here after you got the book. You forgot to close your door; that's not like you."
"You are hardly in a position to know what is and is not like me."
"You've been here for a few months now. You're really not that much different from the sociopath you were at nineteen."
Dante strolled in, apparently unbothered by Vergil's nudity.
"You want to tell me what this is really about? Why you really came here? Why your sleeping habits are so odd? Who it is that would get you to say 'I love her' aloud in your sleep? What is it you're really after, Vergil?"
It was on the tip of his tongue to deny everything, to tell Dante he was going home, but then he heard her voice: Wafting from upstairs? Only in his head? He couldn't tell; the line between his dreams and his reality had blurred so much he had to periodically remind himself that not only would she not be waiting in his room for him, but he hadn't even once bedded her.
He shook his head.
"For several months now, I have had these very real dreams, just as I have told you. They drive me to distraction with their intensity. It has become more and more difficult to distinguish between what has actually happened, and what has only happened in a dream. They have a continuity that is very rich in detail, despite the dreams not having occurred to me in chronological order. They involve my...relationship with a woman, including my impregnation of her with my seed. They are sexually graphic and quite arousing, even in the simple memory of them. You interrupted the first of them which finally revealed my child with her, a boy with white hair."
Dante snorted. "So go get laid. Problem solved."
"It is not that simple. I tried that, multiple times in the first few weeks. I came very close to killing a woman I had sex with after the first dream involving my devil."
"You refrained from killing some woman? It bothers you that you nearly killed someone?"
Vergil nodded solemnly, understanding his twin's incredulity.
"Not the same sociopath I was at nineteen," he commented dryly. "These dreams…this woman…" he trailed off, realizing the depth of his feelings in a disheartening revelation.
"You've had dreams of being with this woman while triggered?" Dante asked.
Vergil was silently thankful that his twin was not pressing him to finish his previous thought.
"Yes," Vergil smiled humorlessly, "in fact, she quite enjoys my devilish form."
Dante whistled low, shaking his head. Vergil hesitated, then plunged forward.
"There are other complications. Today, I slipped off into these dreams twice. Once, I was remembering a previous dream. The second time was a new one. I honestly can't even tell you if I was asleep or not. And-"
He hesitated, momentarily, prepping himself for a level of openness he hadn't had with his twin in many, many, years.
"When I decided to come to you for help, I had intended on telling you this from the first. I wanted to impose on whatever hospitality you offered as little as possible. I did not because when I walked in your door, I saw…saw her."
"Jaq? You were too embarrassed to admit all of this in front of her? Come on, Verge, you know by now she knows how to be discreet or scarce. You could have said it was private."
Vergil shook his head. "You do not understand, Dante. She is the woman, the one I see in my dreams. She is the woman I have been mating with for nearly a year now, every night as I sleep."
Dante's eyebrows rose. "That explains why she distracts you so much," he commented dryly.
Vergil's mouth twisted sourly.
"My thoughts are still the same, Vergil. Sleep with her."
Whatever Vergil had been expecting his twin to say, that had decidedly not been it.
"You believe I should proposition her?"
"Well I wouldn't recommend raping her," Dante growled menacingly.
"Who is she? How did she come to be here?"
"Interesting story," Dante mused.
