AN: Hello everyone, I just proofread this once hope it has no mistakes, I was half conscious so... Okay I think we could say the theme of the story at the moment is angst and at least is gonna keep like that for a couple more chapters. Hope you like this chapter. Enjoy.


Chapter 7 "Lucid Dreaming"

"What the fuck?" Dante said agitated as he sat up in bed. "I was dreaming? Fuck! What a nightmare!" He said as he covered his face for a moment. He stood up and headed to the bathroom. He rinsed his face then turned to look at the mirror. He surprised that the mirror was still there. "Since when have I been asleep?" He grabbed a small towel and dried his face. He took a deep breath then went out of the bathroom. If it had been a dream, then there should be a door this time. He headed to the supposed door and yes, there it was.

"Yeah!" He finally left the room, but to his surprise it wasn't that different than his dream. He was close to the staircase and it seemed to be there, but it looked all dark. As he got closer and looked down, he realized that it was much like in his dream. There was a black abyss except that there were stairs leading to it. But he'd leave that for the end. So he walked the other way, looking for other rooms.

The walls were still red and pulsating just like the floor, he opened a couple of doors but he found nothing of interest, except for a vital star he found in the last room. He reached to the end of the hall and this time there was a door. It was a huge door with an engraving; there was a demon face, probably a female carved in it and something written in another language or strange symbols that he just couldn't understand.

"Nah! How bad could it be?" He said jokey as he opened the door and entered to that room. "Wo!" He breathed out. He gave a step inside this room and the door closed behind him. He had a look around this bizarre place. It was a weird world, upside down, the ceiling was like a chess board and weird demons emerged from it. They landed near Dante, surrounding him. He looked at them and pulled out his guns. He spinned them in the air then aimed right at the demons. The demons were distorted too; arms instead of legs, legs in arms and their torso was bent back and their heads were between the arms. Dante just shot at them, 'cause they were just hideous. At times he used Alastor and cut off their heads 'cause it was just too creepy to look at them.

As he advanced in this world, he felt how the gravity changed and everything felt heavier. He turned his look up and saw furniture on the ceiling. Then suddenly they began to fall all over him as he ran through this place. He used his sword to slash at the falling objects so they wouldn't crash on him and his guns for the ones about to fall ahead of him.

"This couldn't get any better!" He felt he was really working out in this place; it was perfect for training. He ran into more of those hideous demons on his way, but they were lesser demons so he easily killed them. He didn't even have to stop, a couple of bullets and a slash from his sword were enough to kill them off. He was having a lot of fun and this whole gravity thing made him feel stronger, 'cause he tried to keep his regular moves and speed.

He found another door and opened it. He walked in to this whole different world. I was all dark and the gravity changed or returned to normal so fast that he even fell down; he felt so light all of a sudden. He stood up and had a look around. He felt the place kinda warm; it was a huge, huge room with a fireplace at the middle, which suddenly lighted up, iluminating the entire room. There were some sofas that looked pretty gothic, red carpets and a beautiful bed righ at the center with red transparent fabric covering the bed from top to bottom as curtains.

Dante stared to the bed and felt a sudden spark inside of him, a desire that suddenly awoke in him. He felt so aroused all of a sudden with no apparent reason. It was as if the bed were calling him. He felt some power trying to drag him there to sink him in the bed again. But no, he wouldn't fall again. So he just tried to find a way out of there; another door. He kept walking, focusing on every object he'd see there. But there was something in the air of this room that got him so horny. He was near a wall, so he leaned against it breathing heavily.

"Oh fuck..." He said gasping. "What is this place?" He wondered why he felt such aroused, he couldn't even control his breathing. "I wish you were here Trish..." He gasped into the air as he closed his eyes tightly and he slightly rubbed at his groin.

Trish was alone in that room, still chained to that bed by those devil snakes. She was desperate to set free, she needed to get out of there. She could feel how her power was slowly draining into that bed, sucked by those demon snakes, and it seemed to be enpowering something or someone somewhere else. She looked around the entire room looking for something that could help her to set free. This room was pretty similar to the torture room she found with Dante. It didn't have that much torturing tools, but it did seem to have torturing mechanisms; a different way of torture. More like a room to suck people's vitality. And it was working pretty well on Trish.

Trish was so focused on the rest of the room that she hadn't noticed there was a mirror at the ceiling right over where she was. She heard footsteps approaching to the room, so she needed to set free before whoever was coming, could find her there. She was starting to sweat, desperate; but she had an idea and it had to work, 'cause it was her last hope. Dante was nowhere near to help, so she needed to do things herself without expecting someone to save her.

She looked at herself at the ceiling's mirror and the snakes sucking her power. She started breathing heavily and concentrated a lot of her remaining power in her right hand. Then suddenly a wicked and whine laughter resounded so near, the steps were starting to sound more like claws crawling slowly and grating on her ears. She fired her power to the mirror expecting it to reflect. And as planned, her electricity clashed at the mirror and the power was sent back at her, almost at the same spot fired. Her power destroyed the snake of her right hand and she could easily get rid of the ones at her ankles and her other hand with the help of her powers. She grabbed the one at her neck with both of her hands and released a lot of her remaining electricity to that snake that was still draining her power. This one was stronger than the others but she could at least loosen it from her neck; she threw it to the ground and shot to it till it turned to dust.

"Stupid snakes" Said Trish as she sat up on the stone bed. "They did consume a lot of my power though". She zipped up her corset a little stressed for that laughter seemed to be getting closer and closer. She stood up from the bed and headed to the door fast; it led to a dark hall that seemed endless. She walked and walked, leaning against the wall, weaker than ever while she thought about Dante. Was he really worth all this? He left her alone in this place, and it seemed they would never meet again. She kept walking and thinking and her stare was lost into the nothingness.

Suddenly demons appeared, bringing her back from her thoughts. She reached her hands to the back of her belt and pulled out her guns. Luckily they were lesser demons so she managed to kill them with her remaining powers, but she was tired anyway.

She heard the claws again creeping, coming from behind together with that creepy and shrill laughter. She tried speeding up her pace; she didn't want to meet with any stronger demons at the moment. She was not at her best and fighting in a closed space like that wasn't the best of ideas. She started running as she could, her heart was beginning to speed up, she felt it almost coming out of her; that wicked laughter was making her so uptight. Then it suddenly stopped just to turn into something worse. A stinging baby's cry that resounded in the hall, echoing in her head. It intensified as if it had multiplied by hundreds in that chilling darkness that was just taking her to the limits of despair. She never thought a baby's cry could be such terrifying, but her once strong mind had now turned unsteady and she couldn't stand much at the moment. She hurried trying to find the end of that dark hall; it seemed endless until she finally reached to a door.

Dante was trying to control his arousal. He was breathing heavily still. "Dante, control yourself" He said to himself. Then he felt soft hands caressing his left am, then the right one. Dante, open your eyes... He could swear he heard her sensual voice speaking to him. "Trish...?" He whispered as he opened his eyes.

"No handsome" Two sensual succubi were trying to seduce him, one at each side of him. "Though we could be anyone you want. Son...of Sparda..." They said sensually as they got closer to him, caressing his chest, lowering their hands so slowly till his belt.

He was losing the fight against desire; he was struggling with himself to not succumb to these succubi, but it was so hard with the arousal he felt. He turned his head left and right, staring at these attractive, sensual succubi. He perfectly knew what they were and how it could end if he'd succumb to them, but he was beginning to get carried away by their charms.

Both were voluptuous, but one had red hair and the other blond. The red head started kissing his neck while he just closed his eyes, moaning quietly. The blond stared at him then began to unbuckle his vest and zip down his shirt so slowly as her lips kissed his chest and lowered more and more. He opened his eyes again while he put his hands over her blond hair, trying to guide her to his crotch. But when he looked at that blond hair he couldn't help to think of Trish and he kinda woke up from that trance these succubi had him in. He recovered consciousness and rapidly tried to set free from the fake charms of these succubi.

He grabbed both of them by the hairs and lifted their faces. He held them in front of him roughly and breathing heavily he said. "Wait..."

"What is the matter darling?" Both succubi said sensually.

"Pardon me ladies, but I'm already taken" He said as he released his hold on the two succubi.

"By whom? That treacherous devil, Trish?" They said as they kept sticking to him like glue.

"Yes" He tried to push them away. He walked away from them for a couple steps but still, they followed him, each of them grabbed his hands, trying to make him stay.

"But she doesn't deserve you. She will betray you. We can give you so much more..." They said sensually, still trying to seduce him, to control him once more, each of them standing on a side of him whispering to his ears.

They led him to the bed; he was breathing heavily again. With a succubus at each side of him and that sensual atmosphere, he could get carried away again and easily. They grabbed his coat by the shoulders and slipped it off together with his sword. They turned him over, looked at him intensely in the eyes and sat him on the bed. "You are a very attractive devil..." They whispered soflty to his ears. "...just like your father"

"No..." Dante said gasping. He felt so weak against these succubi. He was so relaxed and horny that he could just go with the flow. "Trish..." He closed his eyes and lied down.

The two succubi sat beside him. They caressed his chest and slid their hands to his shaft feeling the hardness of it. "Mmmm... you're delicious" One of them unbuckled his belt while the other kissed his neck and his chest. "Plant your seeds inside of us..." The blond whispered to his ear, then she licked it slowly and enticingly.

Dante felt an impulse througout his body. His devil was responding to their desires, but still he was trying to control himself. He couldn't let his devil win. He closed his hands into fists; his devil trying to control him. The red head was kissing his neck, his chest, while the other unzipped his trousers. Then suddenly, with an impulse he sat up on the bed, grabbed both of them by the hairs and shoved them against the bed, restraining them there.

"Dante!" Trish's voice resounded from behind.

Dante gulped. He reached his hands to his belt and pulled out his guns. He put the barrels at the succubi's heads and turned his face to look at Trish. "Trish! Is not what it looks like" He tried to excuse himself. He turned his body completely and sat on the edge of the bed holding his guns.

"We were having fun till you arrived..." Said the succubi as they crawled behind Dante and leaned against him.

Trish infuriated and shot to the succubi. Her rage was such that they died with a single shot. "How could you!" She yelled upset.

"Trish, I swear I didn't do anything" Dante replied as he stood up trying to hold her.

"You didn't do anything? Look at yourself Dante!" She said as she turned away from him and started to walk away.

Dante zipped up his trousers and shirt. He buckled his belt and his vest. "Trish, baby wait! You have to believe me!" He followed her.

She suddenly stopped and turned to look at him. "Dante, I've been fighting to survive this hell. Suffering like you have no idea, and you? Having fun with those lame succubi!"

"I was not having fun. And I haven't had like the best of times here either!" Dante tried to defend himself.

"You're unbelievable Dante. All I've done is try to find you, I was worried about you and for what? To find you like this?" She kept complaining.

"I was worried about you too" Dante said relaxing a little.

"No, you were not!" But Trish just couldn't relax.

"Trish, listen to ourselves. First they separated us and now that we have finally found each other, all we do is fight" He tried to calm her. "This is what they want"

Trish just raised an eyebrow. "What? That we fight?" She said arrogant.

"Yeah. They want to separate us, don't you see?"

"Dante, that's ridiculous. They don't give a damn about us, if we're together or not, they just want us dead!" Trish turned away from him once more.

Dante moved closer to her and grabbed her by the arm delicately. "Trish, don't you see you're the only way they can defeat me?" He said as he turned her over and made her look at him.

She looked at him and for a moment she seemed to understand, but her expression rapidly changed to anger again. "I went through terrible things Dante. You have no idea of what I've suffered to get here, thinking you'd be looking for me too. And I found you here, and you..." She made a small pause. "...and I... I can't believe I actually felt something for you! You're not worth all this suffering!" She yelled really mad. Her eyes were really full of rage. "Maybe I should just...join them as he offered me"

Dante frowned. "What did you say?"

"See, they don't care if we're together or not" She said simple.

"No, not that. The -you felt something for me- part?" Dante asked troubled.

Trish just raised her eyebrows and shrugged.

"And now you don't?" He really agitated just for the thought of it.

"What did you expect after I saw you like that!" She yelled.

"Trish, this was all a set up from the start! They want to turn you against me. I can't believe you're falling in their game" He said as he grabbed her cheeks and turned her face towards his. "Who offered you to join them?" He asked her really intrigued.

Trish kept staring at him focusedly. "A demon" She said simply.

"What's his name?" He asked troubled.

"Balfor" She kept staring at him with no expression on her face.

"You would do that to me?" He wondered while he kept holding her by the cheeks.

"Well, you did that to me!" She complained.

"C'mon Trish!" He loosened his hold on her face and he slightly turned away from her, a little bothered. "How many times do I have to tell you that nothing happened?" He raised his voice a little and looked at her again.

Trish turned her face from him and folded her arms. "You could have done something" She complained. "Oh, but I forgot you're so weak against women"

"That's not true!" Dante replied a little upset. "And besides, these weren't women, they were succubi and they have power over men"

"Oh yeah...and you're so weak like a human" She said scornful.

Dante couldn't help to get a little pissed off. "I was restraining myself Trish. You have no idea of what I could have done to them if I wanted to" He said serious as he stared at her focusedly. "You don't know me baby, not that way, yet"

Trish stared at him penetratingly, her expression suddenly seemed to be full of lust and desire. "Well, why don't you introduce me that part of you I don't know...baby?" She said teasingly.

Dante kept staring at Trish. He started feeling that arousal again. His breathing began to speed up and between quiet moans he managed to say... "At its due time, baby"

Trish lowered her look to his crotch and he followed her eyes. "Well I have time now" She returned her stare to his eyes and in a blink she was behind him. He closed his eyes as she put her hands over his chest. Still from behind, she could feel how his chest moved in and out and his quiet moans were beginning to take control of him and turn louder. "What is the matter, Dante?" She whispered to his ear.

"You're a devil..." He gasped.

"You've always known that, baby" She whispered to his ear and licked it a little. Then she began to lower a hand to his crotch feeling his hardened length.

Dante gulped and moaned, he was really close to lose control. "Who are you?"

Suddenly Trish let go of him upset. "What!" She said frowning.

Dante frowned too and just thought to himself. Shit! He knew he had just screwed up. He then turned around to look at Trish.

"How come you ask me that!" She yelled.

"I'm sorry. I just needed to make sure it was you!" Dante said trying to calm her.

"Who else could I be!" She kept yelling.

"Well, I've seen you before in this weird world and you were always seducing me, but it wasn't you! Every time I saw you..." He lowered his voice a little. "...it was never you" He replied.

Trish just glared at him. "I can't believe you can't tell between me and a copy!" She complained.

Dante seemed to say something but he rathered to keep silent.

"You're an asshole Dante, you know that?" She yelled then she began to walk away.

"I know Trish, I know. But..." He went after her. "...please, don't go" He stopped and lowered his look to the ground.

Trish stopped too and kept standing with her back to him. She slightly turned her face to glimpse at him. "I've seen you too Dante, many times when I needed you the most, and it was never you either" She said with certain hatred.

Dante approached to Trish and embraced her from behind. "I'm sorry if I offended you Trish" He said soflty to her ear as his hands surrounded her tiny waist. "Let's fight this together"

Trish was still pissed. She loosened from his hold and started to walk away but Dante grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer to him in a single move. He embraced her again not wanting to let go.

Dante held Trish by the waist and stared at her deeply. "Tell me you feel the same I do" He whispered.

Trish just glared at him. "Feel what?" She raised and eyebrow. "Excitement? Arousal?"

He meant love but he foolishly answered in a whisper. "Yes..." He was feeling these sparks throughout his body.

Trish drew away from him though his grasp on her was strong. "You're in the succubi's world, of course you feel aroused" She said scornful. "But women don't feel a thing"

Trish started to walk away again when Dante caught her hand and stopped her. "Trish...I love you..." He whispered. But still she tried to get away from him, and he just wouldn't let go. "What do I have to do so you forgive me?" He raised his voice and pushed her against the nearest wall and pinned her there.

With their bodies so close to each other, they could feel the slightest moves, their breathing. They could even feel each other's thoughts. Unlike Dante's arousal, Trish was still upset and he could feel that.

"Get your hands off me!" She yelled as she struggled to set free from him, but she couldn't.

He held her even stronger that she had the chance to totally feel his hard on. His lips were so close to hers, but when he tried to kiss her, she turned her face from him and unexpectedly she managed to punch him in the face.

Dante's face twisted to a side by her strong blow. "Hit me if it makes you feel better" He said as he recovered. "I deserve it!"

Trish launched at him directing numerous blows at his face and abdomen. Still, he evaded some, but each hit was driving them closer to the bed, till that last blow to his face shoved him onto the bed.

Trish straddled him right over his crotch. She was about to punch his face again, but Dante caught her wrists. "You feel better?" He said breathing heavily as their bodies strangely shivered. It was as if, all of a sudden, he had gotten to subdue her. "Forgive me Trish, for leaving you alone" He said gasping as he kept holding her wrists, staring into her deep blue eyes. Her respiration seemed to slowly calm down, just like his as their eyes locked, just to suddenly speed up again but with a different feeling.

Dante kept staring at Trish while he held her wrists. He couldn't help to get a hard on for Trish was right over his groin and moving because of her heavy breathing. He sensed something inside of her change, and he could see it in her eyes, her expression of lust and desire.

"Trish, you okay?" He asked troubled.

Trish set free from his grasp with a sudden jerk. Then she grabbed him by the neck of his shirt and with a single pull, she unzipped it completely together with his vest.

"Trish..." Dante gasped in surprise.

Under different circumstances and time, this could have been perfect and so good for Dante, but at this precise moment, time and space, not very much.

Trish moved a little from his groin and unbuckled his belt making Dante gulp. She zipped down his trousers and rubbed his shaft over his clothing. She loved how hard it felt.

"What are you doing Trish?" He foolishly asked.

"What does it seem like I'm doing?" She answered while in a single pull, she took his pants off. He was left only with his underwear on. Trish magically touched her pants and made them disappear, leaving herself wearing only a black, tiny thong, her boots, corset and her choker. She pulled out Dante's cock by the opening of his underwear and straddled him once more, feeling how it rubbed against her undergarments. She laid her hands over his abdomen and leaned back a little.

Now she was the one aroused and Dante was just perplexed at this sudden desire she felt for him. She stared at him deeply. "I want you...I desire you, Dante..." She said enticingly as she leaned forward almost lips to lips.

Dante couldn't help to feel nervous, he had never been in this position with Trish before. Yes, he wanted this, but no not like this, he felt really weird at this moment and place. Their lips were so close that he could savor her sweet breath. Her soft breasts pressed at his chest were making him more aroused. But still he felt he couldn't move; he didn't want to surrender to the moment and fall into desire. This couldn't be real, it had to be a dream.

Trish bit his lower lip and sucked it slowly, getting Dante even more nervous. She moved her lips to his ear and licked it too. Then she whispered. "Fuck me...Dante"

"Wha..." He could barely speak. He couldn't let this continue. He sat up abruptly with Trish over his lap and his arms involuntarily ended up wrapped around her perfect back as if no matter the circumstance, he didn't want to let go."We shouldn't do this Trish, not right now" He said breathing heavily.

"Why not, baby?" She said as she got much closer to him, specially her breasts at his face. "Don't you love me?"

"Of course I do" He answered fast really struggling to control. Even his dick got harder and having Trish almost over it, was not helping. "Please Trish, don't make it harder"

She just wickedly grinned. "Oh, it gets harder by itself, I'm not doing anything baby"

"I mean the situation" He said starting to sweat.

Trish grabbed him by the hairs and pulled from them to make him look at her. "Do you want me?"

"Yes..." He whispered as he closed his eyes.

"Do you desire me?" She asked as she slowly pulled him closer to her breasts.

"You know how bad I do" He said panting.

"Then give in to me Dante" She let go of his hair, then she slowly moved her hands to his chest and pushed him onto the bed. She seductively leaned over him and started kissing his neck and his chest so softly and wet, licking his skin as she traced kisses down his bare abdomen.

Dante's breathing was slowly intensifying just as his arousal, while Trish's lips lowered and lowered more. She got on her knees and raised her look to him. Dante was lying down with his eyes closed, but still he felt that intense look over him so he slightly lifted his face to look at her. He was afraid that she could change her form like before; he was still believing this wasn't real. He looked at her and she looked so beautiful and sensual that he could just seductively smile. He kept staring at her as she teasingly put her hands on his shaft. She began giving him a hand job still focusing on his eyes. She kept going then she reached her face really close to his cock. She licked her upper lip very sensually then she bit her lower lip. Dante just gulped. He had just lost against desire, surrendering to Trish, but it felt so good.

Trish reached her mouth to his dick and started licking the tip very slowly and temptingly. Dante could almost shiver, but he wanted to keep looking at her, till she introduced it all in her mouth sucking it so pleasurable for him. His eyes went blank and he just leaned back on the bed as he felt how her soft lips and tongue ran through all of his cock.

"Ahh..." He panted. He felt so much pleasure that he just couldn't believe. "Ahh...ohh Trish..." He kept moaning and moanig while Trish kept sucking it intensely. He could feel it reach her throat and her lips squeezing his length, he felt so close to finish; her hands, lips and tongue were just so amazing, but he suddenly stopped her.

"Wait!" Dante panted as he sat up in bed abruptly and pushed her away. He held her by her shoulders breathing heavily. "Ah...ah..."

Trish sat on his lap. "What is it baby?" She said teasing as she stroke his hair.

Dante tried to catch his breath. He wrapped his arms around her waist and stared at her sparkling blue eyes. He felt mesmerized.

Trish loosened a hand from his hair and in one strong move her fingernails grew a little more and turned sharp.

Dante surprised a little with that; it seemed as if she wanted to attack him. "What provoked you this sudden change towards me?" He asked while he caustiously stared to her sharp fingernails.

"That doesn't matter baby, just go with the flow" She said enticingly as she slid her fingernail right at the middle of her chest lacerating her skin. Blood started dripping from her wound. That intense red of her blood running down her pale skin, awoke something in Dante, probably his inner demon. He felt mesmerized by her blood. He felt like a vampire wanting to follow that red trace of blood. Her blood dripped over the zipper of her corset running down between her breasts in a zig zag. Dante didn't want that blood to keep dripping and be wasted, so he unzipped her corset very slowly as the blood dripped, revealing her voluptuous breasts. He put it aside and just before the blood would reach her navel, he pulled from her hair, bending her back a little and so he licked that blood. He loved the taste of it. Trish bent back even more almost parallel to the ground. Dante moved his hands to her lower back to hold her and while he slowly licked off that trace of blood on her skin, his hands slowly moved up her back helping her to straighten up as his tongue temptingly ran all the way up to that healing wound. He stopped at her perfect breasts. Trish looked at him and she put her hands on her breasts and separated them so Dante could continue licking all the way up till her almost invisible wound. But as Trish split her breasts, Dante noticed they had some blood too, so he sucked that small spot of her breasts, and it felt so soft and delicious that he didn't want to stop, but he continued his way up till he reached the almost healed wound. And when Trish let go of her breasts, she had wounded them too with her sharp fingernails right beside her nipples. Four wounds on each breast, each just like a scratch, but still blood was beginning to drip so slowly that Dante couldn't help to lick that blood too. Her wounds heal fast, but still the blood remains, so he licked that blood on each breast, but those rosy nipples were calling him. Trish deliberately poked in a fingernail at the center above each breast, so that blood would drip on her nipples. That intense red of her blood was just so attracting to Dante. He licked the blood off her nipple, then the other and they felt so good in his mouth. He just loved the sensation and they were so stiff that he just couldn't stop.

Trish just moaned and moaned and her back arched in pleasure while Dante licked and sucked her breasts so intensely. His hands kept at her back holding her, while he savored her breasts and nipples. He sucked such hard that for moments he could savor her blood again. Trish just squirmed in a mix of pain and pleasure as her pussy wet with all this arousal. Dante's cock was harder than a rock and she could feel it so very much.

She pushed him onto the bed, his hands lowered to her ass, they were both breathing very fast. Dante moved a hand to feel her pussy and even over her panties it felt incredibly wet. He couldn't wait to know how it feels inside of her. He got his fingers under her panties and felt her tight pussy and all that smooth wetness. He poked in two fingers and felt how her pussy tightened. Trish moaned a little harder as his fingers thrust inside of her, then he pulled them out completely and rubbed her clit. It felt so smooth with his fingers all covered up in her juices.

"Oh Dante..." She panted as her breathing intensified with the pleasure.

"Oh Trish... you're delicious" He whispered as he reached his hand to his mouth and licked his wet fingers, savoring her sweet juices.

She leaned more towards Dante till her soft breasts touched his chest. She stared at him sensually and whispered. "Do it Dante..."

Dante kept staring at her focusedly, thinking that still they hadn't kissed each other, well their lips, that is. So he grabbed her by the cheeks and pulled her closer into a kiss. For the first time their lips met in something more than a bite, and it felt even more arousing than before. They kept kissing intensely. Dante's cock was harder than ever, the tip of it was already rubbing at her pussy. Then Dante returned his hands to her ass, he moved her thong aside and in one strong move from his hips, he thrust her strongly.

"Ahh...mhhh..." Trish moaned hard then she gritted her teeth as she felt him pound her so strong that she had to break away from his lips.

"Ahhh..." Dante moaned so deep feeling how tight she was. He thought he might have thrust her too hard for the first time. He kept pounding her a little slower. He saw her face and he couldn't tell if she was enjoying it or suffering. Her eyes were almost shut, she was frowning and her mouth opened moaning strongly.

But then Trish began to move her hips too, swaying smoothly. She kept moaning harder, but he could tell that it was of pleasure; it felt so good for both. Dante's lips yearned for hers and they met again in a passionate kiss. He helped her move with his hands, then suddenly Trish straightened up. Dante's cock reached even deeper inside of her that she couldn't help to moan so hard.

"Oh Dante...ahh..." She moaned and closed her eyes. She kept swaying her hips, slow but intensely.

"Oh Trish..." He kept moaning. It felt so good that he really had to concentrate not to come.

She looked so perfect and incredibly sexy riding him. He reached his hands to her beautiful breasts and started fondling them making her moan much more.

Trish put her hands on his chest and kept swaying her hips while Dante moved his hands to her hips and helped her sway. She felt it so deep inside of her, she just loved the feeling. She then moved her hands to his thighs, she leaned back a little, never stopping her moves. She moved her hands to his balls and started squeezing them softly.

"Ohh..." Dante moaned deeper. "Oh Trish..."

He moved his hips together with hers, really close to climax. Their moves were speeding up as they got closer. Trish leaned forward to Dante's chest and he grabbed her ass strongly; she lifted her ass a little and Dante his hips and he increased his speed and started pounding her so hard.

"Oh Dante, Dante!" She moaned in pleasure as her muscles contracted inside making Dante come too.

"Oh Trish, ahhh" He moaned hard as he felt her nails turned sharp again and she poked a finger near his left shoulder. The pain stopped him from coming but still he thrust her even faster and harder. He was about to explode when he stared to the ceiling and saw it crack. He took aback thinking the ceiling could fall over them.

Trish kept her fingernail inside his skin, poking it even more. She pulled it out and straightened up. She made him a wound not so big but quite deep. It began to bleed and she looked at him. Dante looked at her too, her expression was such lustful that he couldn't understand why was she hurting him. She leaned forward again, close to the wound, she licked his blood too and as she sucked his wound he felt an incredible pleasure but he felt like she was draining him. Still he didn't stop and neither did she. He just pound her harder and harder. She straightened up again, then she made an incision on a side of his chest. The pain from the cut pushed him to keep going. Trish just felt how he finished inside of her.

"Ahh...ohh..." He moaned, and the muscles from his chest and abdomen tensed too as he came.

Trish made good use of that moment and she put a hand over his chest and the other over the wound. She began to poke her fingers inside the wound.

"Arhhh!" Dante screamed and frowned as he closed his eyes in pain.

She slightly leaned against him and whispered. "Give me your heart..."

"What?" Dante said frightened as he opened his eyes widely. "Aahhh!" He screamed as her fingers penetrated more through his skin. He squeezed his eyes in pain feeling every inch of her fingers reach deeper inside.

Dante kept screaming hysterically, then he moved his right hand trying to stop her from reaching his heart. The ceiling kept cracking more and it seemed close to fall off. Between his screams and sweat he suddenly opened his eyes and he was on that same bed, in that same room where he had been trapped in before. He was breathing heavily. He looked at himself and he was completely dressed, but he felt an aching pain in his chest. He sat up in bed and had a look around. He infuriated in a second and hit the bed with a tight fist. He stood up from the bed and he instantly felt his underwear all sticky. "Fuck! I had a wet dream" He said disappointed. "A dream again..." He murmured. "Why did it have to be a dream? I can still feel you and smell your scent...Trish" He sighed and lowered his head. This was surely one of the most bizarre experiences he had ever had, in a dream that is.

He headed to the bathroom to clean up. He turned on the tap and tried to clean all that cum with some water. He finished and zipped up his trousers again. But he kept feeling that shooting pain in his chest. He stared to himself at the mirror and unbuckled his vest and zipped down his shirt. He surprised when he saw a scar from that wound right at his chest beside his heart. It was slowly disappearing, but it was there. Hopefully it had been a dream. But, how could that be? And he had that wound at his shoulder too. "I need to find you Trish, even if it's just for you to kill me, but I need to feel you, to touch you..." He whispered into the air. He was desperate. He kept staring to that wound in the reflection of the mirror, then he suddenly heard a voice that frightened him even more.

"That was close..." A familiar voice resounded in his ears. "...brother"

Dante jerked in surprise and hit his back at the wall as he stepped back in amazement. For a second it had been his brother's reflection what he saw at the mirror and not his own.

Dante couldn't believe his eyes, was he still dreaming? He closed his eyes and squeezed them hard then looked at the mirror again. He just saw his reflection and nothing more. He rinsed his face and tried to calm down.

This place was surely another dimension, 'cause the things happening were just not right. He looked at his wounds and they had completely healed, so he went back to the room; the door was there again. He couldn't help to feel a little uncertain. Every step just seemed to be taking him back to the start, running in circles without the chance to get out. He took a deep breath and opened the door.

He walked out of the room and looked at the place where the staircase should be, and yes there it was, at least that was a good sign. It looked pretty dark but, it seemed more real than what he had previously experienced. He then turned around and he saw her. Trish was there at the middle of the hall trying to go somewhere.

"Trish!" Dante yelled.

She seemed pretty focused on something that she barely paid attention to him. "Dante..." She barely whispered as she turned her face to look at him for a moment, then she returned her stare to a mirror.

"What is it Trish?" He wondered as he saw how hypnotized she was by that mirror.

"My reflection..." She said pensive and made a small pause. "...doesn't really look like me" She said frowning as she got closer to that mirror and in a second, it sucked her in.

"Trish no!" He went after her, but that voice again stopped him.

"Brother, don't follow her" Vergil's voice came from behind.

Dante petrified for a moment. He slowly turned his face and saw him as alive as he could be. "Vergil..." He whispered. "...it can't be"

"Don't follow her. Don't you see, she's but a mere temptation to lure you to hell, to your doom, your death?" Vergil said serious.

"But she's on my side and she needs me" Dante replied really anxious to follow her.

"Are you blind Dante?" Vergil complained as he walked closer to Dante.

"You don't know her!" Dante replied.

Vergil scoffed. "I know her more than what you think...brother" He took a deep breath, then added. "Foolishness Dante, foolishness is what will take you to your downfall!"

"What are you talking about?" Dante said pensive.

"Your time is running out, brother" Vergil said scornfully. "Don't let yourself be sunk in hell. Lust and desire have been lingering you to keep you locked away"

"Your're not even real and you're the one making me linger!" Dante complained.

Vergil infuriated. He grabbed Dante by the neck of his shirt and pushed him to the nearest wall. "I don't even know why I'm trying to help you after you did this to me!"

"Did what?" Dante wondered. "It would have been worse if you stayed a slave to Mundus"

Vergil simply infuriated even more after hearing that name. He punched Dante really hard at the stomach. "How real is this for you, brother?"

Vergil gave a step back and Dante bent to his knees trying to recover from the strong blow. "What are you?"

Vergil turned around. "At this point, I don't even know what I am, and all thanks to you!"

Dante stood up really confused. "Are you gonna blame me for saving you from Mundus' control?"

"You're the one blaming yourself, Dante" Vergil scoffed.

Dante kept staring at him, silent. Then he just turned his look down.

"You must learn to tell the difference between real and surreal, otherwise you will be doomed. Trapped in this world forever" He said serious. "That's all I'm gonna say, if you want to listen to me, then wonderful, if not then that's your problem, and don't say I didn't warn you" He grabbed Dante again by the neck of his shirt and lifted him from the ground.

"Get your hands off me!" Dante said gritting his teeth.

Vergil let go and somehow he took Dante's sword. He wielded it with ease and in a second he stabbed Dante right at the stomach.

"Ughh..." Dante spitted blood as the sword thrust more through his stomach. "Why you keep- attacking me?" He said gasping.

"I won't stop till you open your eyes!" Vergil yelled to Dante and kept pushing the sword deeper.

"Wha..." Dante could barely speak. He fell to his knees and turned to look at Vergil. "Why?" He panted.

"Let's call it even" Said Vergil as he held the sword by the hilt and pulled it out.

Dante shut his eyes in pain as he felt the sword being removed inch by inch. He heard his brother thrust it to the ground then Vergil shouted. "Wake up!"


AN: If you have any thoughts, doubts, don't hesitate to ask. Please review, let me know how you're doing at the moment. I know this is crazy and creepy and strange, but hopefully it'll get better. I promised some romance so there it was, if we can call it that haha. Fake or not but there it was.

Hope you enjoyed this and thank you for reading, I'll try to update faster. Till next chapter. ;)