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Vergil spent three more days going through his fathers library. He had read a majority of the literature there until he couldn't see straight anymore. He figured now would be a good time to check on Mary and give his eyes a rest. More so, at his mothers insistence.
Mary ran down the stairs when she heard the door open. She stopped midway when she saw him walk through the door. The expression on her face was unreadable.
"My apologies. It's only me." Vergil said and shut the door. By the time he had turned around, she had closed the distance between them, throwing her arms around him. He stood there in shock for a few moments before returning the embrace. Vergil closed his eyes and held her close, savoring the feeling of her pressed against him.
She pulled away. "I was lonely, sorry." Mary was overjoyed to see Vergil when he came in. However, she kept her emotions in check. She had been thinking about him a lot, when she wasn't worried about Dante. As one crossed her mind, so would the other. She found herself comparing the two. Their differences were what she loved about them.
"Did you find anything?" She asked hopefully.
He drew his brows together and sighed. "No. I have learned more about the demon world than I care to know and not one mention of what took Dante. It is becoming tiresome and most aggravating." He shrugged off his coat. "I will go back in a couple of days and try again."
She leaned up and kissed him full on the mouth. What the hell did I walk into? It was a quick kiss. If he was in shock before, he was completely flabbergasted now. Mary had kissed him on the cheek occasionally when they were growing up, but nothing close to this. He honestly didn't know what to think.
Mary of course, thought nothing of it, except that his lips were soft. She rattled on ideas of ways they could help find his brother. Informants they could talk to and such. And he heard absolutely none of it. He knew he was blushing, he could feel the heat on his cheeks. He licked his lips slowly, still trying to register what had happened. Vergil watched as she talked and gestured with her hands. It couldn't have meant anything. She's just thankful she's not alone anymore.
They talked for a while after he regained his senses. Mary left to go speak to a guy who knew a guy. Said sitting idly by doing nothing was driving her mad he could relate.
Mary walked back in several hour later and slammed the door. "That was the biggest waste of time ever!"
Vergil looked up at her from his position on the couch. Sitting idly by was for the birds. He was restless and decided to clean all of Dante's devil arms. He had them spread out everywhere.
Lady put her hands on her hips. "Well you've been busy."
He continued to busy himself. "I was bored. This was the only source of entertainment I could find."
Later that evening he found himself back on the couch attempting to read. He growled when his eyes refused to cooperate. Mary plopped down next to him.
"Didn't you get enough of that already?" Pointing to his book. He rubbed his eyes slowly, then looked at her. "Why don't you watch a movie with me?"
"Because you have horrible taste in movies." He said dryly.
"No I don't, besides you don't have anything else to do." She pressed on.
"Fine." He sighed. She smiled triumphantly.
About half way into the film he gave the 'chick flick' a wilted glare. "What are we watching anyway?" Mary absently handed him the DVD case. "The Notebook? Seriously Mary?"
"Oh hush. It's a good movie. Its very touching."
He looked at her blandly. "I did not sign up to watch this dribble."
"It's half way over, you might as well watch the rest of it." She shrugged. "Dante would have watched it just to catch a glimpse of a breast or a butt cheek." Mary teased.
"Hmph. He would, since he considers it soft porn with a plot and it wouldn't get him chastised for watching it in public." Vergil droned. Dante was notorious for scattering his pornography around Vergil's room, just because it irritated him to no end. Once he left a open magazine on his desk accompanied with a bottle of lotion and a note that read, 'enjoy'. It just so happened that his mother walked into his room right after he discovered the obscene photos and had to quickly and discreetly dispose of it. Oh, and lets not forget the incident that almost got Dante slaughtered, when he came home and found pictures taped over most of the walls in his room. Vergil narrowed his eyes at the memory.
Mary grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and scooted closer to the white haired devil next to her. Which wouldn't have been out of the ordinary had she not been acting peculiar earlier. He gave her a side glance. She was fixated on the film that was boring him to tears.
At some point he had nodded off. He felt something ghost over his face, but kept his eyes shut.
Mary studied him as he slept. Vergil had become an obsession as of late. Ever since she spied on him in the bathroom. The kiss she planted on him earlier had been impulsive. She quickly covered it up by pretending that it never happened. It's funny how she never really noticed how beautiful he was, even though he and Dante were identical. He had always been her best friend, she never saw him as anything more. Although, Vergil had been her first kiss when she was ten.
"Kiss me."
"Why?"
Mary shrugged. "I don't know. I saw the teenagers at the mall doing it. I wanted to know what the big deal was."
Vergil leaned over and kissed her cheek.
"Not there dummy. Here." The little girl pointed to her mouth.
The spiky haired boy screwed his face up.
"What? Are you chicken?" Mary teased.
"No! I'm not chicken." He scowled. Vergil looked around to make sure no one was watching. Once the coast was clear, he turned to Mary. "Ok, lets get this over with." He puckered up and kissed her quickly on the lips. They both pulled away wiping their mouths on the back of their hands.
"Ew!" They said at the same time.
Mary smiled at the recollection. They were both so grossed out and swore they would never do that again. She reached up and turned his face gently towards her. Brushing her fingers across his lips she could feel his warm breath as he exhaled. Mary leaned forward and kissed him softly. She pulled back and he opened his eyes. They stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity.
"Mary-" She silenced him with another kiss. This time letting it linger. He didn't push her away like she thought he would. No, he kissed her back. Running her tongue lightly across his lip, he parted them to let her tongue dance on his. Vergil tasted of winter; chilly and minty. It was an exploratory kiss. She wanted to see how far he would let her take this. He cupped her face in his hands, bringing her closer to deepen their embrace. Their tongues intertwined as she ran her hands over his chest.
He broke the kiss reluctantly, this wasn't right. "I'm not him."
"I know." She rasped, bring her arm around his neck pulling him back to her. "Just kiss me…please."
He obliged. Their kiss became needy and hungry. Mary crawled over top of him, sitting in his lap. Vergil inhaled deeply as she started to unbutton his shirt. "Mary, we cant do this." he said against her lips. She took his hand and ran it up under her shirt to cup her breast. Arching into his hand, she ground her hips against his. Vergil moaned softly at the sensation that began spreading like wildfire throughout his body. He slowly undid the buttons on her shirt, which was absolutely maddening for them both. She needed him to touch her again.
Mary knew he was battling himself. She could see the turmoil rolling in his eyes.
Vergil was extremely loyal and this went against everything he stood for. At the same time he wanted her more than the air he breathed. So many years he had wanted to touch her like this, and yet, he still held back. This couldn't possibly be happening.
Her hands roamed over his chest, down his taunt abs. They contracted under her fingertips. He moaned a little louder when she rolled her hips again. Mary popped the button on his jeans and unzipped his pants. She had to touch him, hold him in her hand. Vergil stilled her hands. He was so conflicted.
"Vergil, do you want me?" The raven haired seductress whispered. He loosened his grip, she slipped one hand free. She brought it up and ran it through his hair, the other hand resting at his waist band.
His mouth suddenly went as dry as the Sahara. "Yes." It was barely above a whisper.
Her lips hovered over his. "Let me have you."
He lost all will power as those words sank into his head and shot straight to his groin. He closed the distance between their lips and kissed her veraciously. Her hand slipped inside his pants and released his throbbing erection. He gasped loudly and shuddered as she pumped him in her small hand.
"You've never touched yourself, have you?" She asked, spreading the pre-cum around the head with her thumb.
"No." He panted. He could feel pressure building in his stomach.
"Do you like it?" She always asked so many damn questions. Especially when he couldn't think.
"Yes." He moaned.
"Feels good, huh?" A wicked little smile playing across her lips. If he only knew how fucking sexy he was.
"Yes." Mary pumped her hand around his shaft faster. She was absolutely fascinated with his reaction.
"Do you want to come for me Vergil?" She loved the expressions on his face. She had never seen so much emotion on him before.
"No." He hissed.
Mary giggled. "Why not? Cause then it would be over?"
"Yes."
She leaned forward nipping along his neck, eliciting another moan. "This is only the beginning." She released him to his chagrin and relieve. Mary stood and removed her bottoms, leaving her shirt and bra. She straddled him again. Vergil ran his hands up her thighs, she lowered herself on to him.
Dear God, this really is happening. She raised back up and came back down, engulfing him in her wet heat. He gasped at the feel of her wrapped around him. All rational thought left him as she rode him slowly. He had never felt pure ecstasy before, until now.
Vergil touched Mary everywhere. It was as if he suddenly had a thousand hands carefully caressing her skin, like he was trying to memorize how she felt. He lavished her neck with kisses and tender bites. Grabbing her hips, he held her in place. He took pleasure in the sensation of her tightening around him. She could feel him throbbing inside of her. He kissed her deeply and laid her down on the couch. He thrust into her with long, even stokes. Wrapping her legs around him she pulled him in deeper. "Harder Vergil." He lifted up over her and plunged in harder. Mary cried out loudly and arched her back. Vergil wasn't prepared for that and it startled him. She noticed his concern and reached up to his face. "Don't stop, it didn't hurt. I want you to do it again." He submitted to her demands. He loved the sounds of her wanton cries, especially when it was accompanied by his name. It fueled the fire burning within him. She screamed out his name once more before clamping down on him. He faltered as she tightened around him causing him to lose control. The emotions that played across his face as he lost his innocence to her went from awe to desire to bliss. He was breathtakingly beautiful as he came . He panted out her name and moaned softly. Mary pulled him down to her and kissed his panting lips gently.
He had to have her again. He wanted more and was almost instantly aroused. He couldn't let her go with just a taste. Vergil pulled up his pants and hoisted her up so that her legs wrapped around him. Mary kissed him fervently as he carried her up the stairs to his room.
Although Vergil hadn't so much as touched himself before tonight, he certainly handled himself like a sex God after getting over his initial shyness. He was an attentive lover. Exploring every inch of her skin. Finding the spots and positions that made her scream the most. They had made love so many different ways, she had lost count.
The current position they were in led from her asking for a glass of water. Mary had been laying on her stomach in the middle of his bed, legs slightly spread. Vergil took a sip and set the glass on the night stand. Kneeling between her legs, he brushed his fingers up along the outside of her legs. Goosebumps appeared on her flesh. Bending down, he kissed the dimples on her lower back, then ran his ice cold tongue up her spine provocatively, where he then latched onto her neck. Mary squealed at the cold sensation and the warmth that settled between her thighs.
Vergil needed no more encouragement as she pushed herself back into him. He slid inside her warmth and she moaned his name. Leaning back into a kneeling position, he brought her up with him. Hooking one arm around the back of Vergil's neck, she leaned back against him, her head resting on his shoulder.
Mary had never been much of a voyeur until she caught sight of them in the mirror. She couldn't take her eyes off their image as he fucked her slowly from behind. Vergil kissed the side of her neck, her shoulder. Letting one hand slide up to her breast, he squeezed it teasingly causing her to arch into his touch. Her pants and moans quickened as he brought his other hand down between her legs. Her throat was so dry from calling his name. She never did get that glass of water.
She continued to watch their reflection mimic their love making. He gently nibbled the side of her neck and she gasped. He looked up and their eyes locked in the mirror. She came then and there. His gaze was so intense as she shuddered around him, hanging on to him for dear life. Mary could have sworn she saw a devious little smile play across his lips, like he knew she was watching all the while. He licked up the column of her neck and bit down on her ear, sending another wave of pleasure rolling through her. She cried out his name for what must have been the hundredth time that night, sending him crashing over the edge.
Vergil laid her down on the satin sheets, completely spent and handed her the glass. Returning it to the night stand when she was finished. He pulled the discarded sheets over them and curled protectively around her. Mary was out within minutes. As tired as he was, he watched her sleep, relishing the moment. For he knew after tonight, this could never happen again.