AN: WARNING! SEEEEEEEEEX! Awesome-sauce. And some interesting plot twists? maybe? I dunno... whatevs ENJOY!

Vergil clung to Eila as hard as he could, his body trembled violently and she could feel hot tears dripping onto her shoulder. The angel rocked and cooed the devil as gently as she could, hoping to soothe him from his hellish nightmare.

Eila's head shot up when her bedroom door swung open, only to reveal Dante standing there out of breath.

"What happened?" He huffed as he marched toward the bed, slowing down as soon as he noticed that the angel had a handle on the situation.

"I don't know, he just started screaming in his sleep…" She gently rubbed Vergil's back. Dante sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at the ceiling, giving a sigh of what seemed to be relief and anxiety molded into one.

"Th…they killed her…butchered her!" Vergil sobbed onto Eila's shoulder. She tensed slightly at his grip on her frame. Never had she seen him cry, and the fact of seeing it now scared her almost to tears.

"Fuck." Dante stood up and paced. "He received the memory of our mom dieing."

Eila froze for only a second, then continued to soothe her devil. "Verg-"

"I couldn't save her…I had to become stronger….I was weak….so weak….disgusting…." Vergil's voice started to turn dark, he gripped the angel so hard she winced in pain. "…Power…I need….power…"

"ENOUGH!" She pushed him off and slapped him hard across the face. Dante rushed to her and pulled her off the bed in an instant, holding her firmly to floor.

"The hell are you doing?" He yelled at her sternly and she glared at him in return.

"He needs to know that power will just destroy everything! It's not the right answer!" She screamed back at him in hurt. Her eyes begging for the past not to repeat itself; to lose him again would kill her.

"Dante." The red devil and the angel looked over at Vergil in answer. He seemed different now, no longer innocent. He radiated chaos and maliciousness; he looked like a crazed murderer. "She's my mate yes? Allow me to punish her for her disobedience." The older twin gave a dark look that was followed up with a smirk. Dante and Eila stared at him in shock, it wasn't something a child would say.

"Verg…how old are you right now?" The younger twin let go of the angel and stood as tall as he could.

"Sixteen. Yes I know, we haven't seen each other in a while. We were separated." Vergil looked at his hands and then moved off of the bed. He stepped softly over to Eila and ripped her up by the arm viciously. "I don't know how the future is, but if this is my mate that means she is my property. Touch her again and I'll cut your arm off."

Dante stood there with his mouth agape; he couldn't believe the attitude change in just mere seconds.

"You were just crying about our-"

"Don't even bother bringing her up, she died eight years ago. I'm a man now, I don't need to cry on your fucking shoulder about it." Vergil smirked again. He had turned reckless and cold hearted in a matter of a minute. Eila took deep breaths trying to remain calm, she feared him in this moment.

"Vergil…you're hurting me." Her arm was starting to burn in his painful grip. The devil turned his head and gave her a look of warning.

"Did I say you could speak?" He threw her against the wall and she hit it with a sickening crack. She slumped to the floor and staggered onto her hands and knees. Vergil gave her an impressed look. "I expected that to kill you, not bad. You might be fun after all."

"Are you retarded?" Dante piped in finally. The older twin answered with a raised eyebrow.

"I would say I'm relatively fast actually. By the way, where did I find this woman? She's quite strong…and attractive…" He smirked at the beaten down angel. "Perhaps I shall couple with her tonight. I haven't decided yet."

Eila stumbled to her feet now and snapped back her dislocated shoulder, she grimaced in pain as the two twins watched.

"You'll…have to…fight me first." She finally got over her pain and shook it off. "Once you have me you'll never want anyone else. So fight for it." The angel managed to walk past the two of them and towards the door.

"Are you INSANE? He'll kill you!" Dante screeched at her and she turned to face him.

"He needs a workout, I know ornery teenagers…they are restless, moody, and horny. You have to allow them to let off some steam or else they will kill you in your sleep." She gave Dante a look to back off and he obliged, but not happily.

"Who said you had a choice in the matter?" Vergil still stood in the middle of the room, now crossing his arms.

"I say I do." Eila challenged him now, mimicking his stance by also crossing her arms.

"I will kill you for such disobedience."

"Go ahead and try."

In a split second Vergil was lunging at her, she screamed and sped down the hallway and the stairs. She stumbled through the living room and bursted into the kitchen heading towards the backdoor. 'I don't want to ruin anything in the house…but the backyard should be fine.' She made a lunge for the door and opened it just before the devil was able to grab her. She laughed and jumped into the middle of the yard; landing with grace. She turned and stood with her arms out, beckoning him to bring the fight to her. He stepped lightly onto the grass and shut the door behind him, smirking as he went.

"You're asking for death, you are a very foolish woman." He walked so gently towards her, it was almost entrancing.

"I'm not asking for death, just a little bit of exercise before we get busy." She grinned wide at him and he kept the same devilish look. "Would you just prefer to chase me?" Eila laughed slightly now, she didn't know if it was because she thrilled or scared shitless. He just kept the same hypnotic pace, stalking towards her like she was wild game ready to be hunted. Closer. Closer. Closer still.

Finally he lunged at her and she jumped with all the force she could, flying over him in and instant. She swung her leg high for a kick and he blocked it with his forearm.

"You're good, I'm getting excited already." Vergil swung and missed just barely. Eila had spared with him before but he rarely used full strength; she was thankful that Dante had trained her for all those years.

The fight looked more like a dance then anything, kicks, swings, dodges, and landings were all cat like and fluid. He would punch her and she would bend with it, she would kick him and he would dodge and land perfectly. It was a beautiful battle, until he managed to grab her leg and swung her round and round like a discus. He didn't throw her however, he merely swung her around then slammed her onto the ground. It hurt, but probably not as much as it would if he had actually let go.

"I'm gonna be sick…" Eila tried to calm her stomach but felt like the world was spinning way too fast. Vergil finally plopped down next to her and started to laugh hysterically.

"You look ridiculous." He continued his hawing for a good few minutes before calming down. "I don't even want to kill you anymore, you are such an imbecile I actually pity you!" He laughed a bit more. The angel finally regained balance and sat up next to him.

"In the future you fall in love with me." She smiled sarcastically. "You fall for a stupid woman."

"Then I am a fool. You are only good for physical gain, nothing more." Vergil huffed slightly when he said this.

"That's how it was at first…Oh, have you had sex with anyone yet?" She giggled at this and then looked at him. He glared at her in return.

"Even if I have, it does not change the fact that you will give yourself to me. By the way, did I say you could speak? Imbecile." He grumbled before laying down on his back, staring at the night sky. Eila seized the moment to climb onto his lap. He gave her an intense look of warning.

"Oh yeah, forgot you hate it when I'm on top. Hurry and take control then." She crossed her arms and the devil just stared at her in shock.

"How dare you make demands of me! You are a woman!" Vergil spat venomously at her.

"Ugh…you you you. So selfish."

"BITCH!" Vergil flipped her over and pinned her, growling at her like a wild animal. The angel shrugged off the crude language and just smirked at him, then went in for his sweet spot. She played up the victim.

"Vergil…uh…it hurts…mmm…" She whimpered slightly and acted like she was in pain. Eila knew this would strike something in him, and it did. He gripped her wrists harder then before and panted slightly, it was a little different then what she was used to but she knew it meant he was excited. She just prayed no one was watching.

It started to rain, she felt it drenching her face and cooling their bodies. Vergil shook his wet hair and it sprayed her, she winced at the water and felt him grip a bit harder. It was starting to hurt bad now and she cried out, knowing she would have bruises in the morning.

"Those sounds you make…are intoxicating…" The devil spoke violent and huskily. "I wonder what you sound like when I do other things…" He licked the water off her neck and she shivered violently. It wasn't the reaction he had hoped for however. He let go of her wrists and they shot up to wrap around him in an embrace, he allowed them access to his neck and waist.

"I'm usually not so lenient, what is this power you have?" He panted harder, anticipating whatever would come next.

"I wouldn't call it power. I would call it wanting." The words rolled off her tongue, like they were meant to be hovering between them. Vergil stared deep in her eyes; her orbs of violet and amethyst with lustful lashes glistening wet. He moved in to kiss her, but it was gentle, so feather light that it took her by surprise. She turned away completely stunned.

"Why do you turn from me?" He growled at her and she laughed nervously.

"I can't believe this is happening." She sighed and gave a smirk. "I'm you're first right now…You're a virgin." She started to laugh and received two hands gripping painfully into her shoulders. She cried out in pain and saw that flesh wounds were starting to appear.

"Don't you ever insult me again…I should kill you….I want to kill you…" He seethed at her, his strength pressing on and causing her more pain. She screamed in agony and he pulled back slightly. "Even your screams are beautiful…" He leaned down and kissed her softly. She kissed him back, but she was trembling violently from the pain. He pulled everything back and straddled her.

"Th—thank you for desisting…" Eila shook all over.

"I'm not stopping…just admiring my work." He gave a sadistic smile and a slight chuckle.

"Well…it's not turning me on much…if you want to make sure I'm ready for you, you better work on your foreplay a little better." She grunted as she shifted slightly, checking out how bad her shoulder wounds really were.

"Why the hell do you need to be ready? Ridiculous." The devil scoffed and grabbed her wrists once again to pin them at her sides. He leaned in and licked her bleeding shoulder.

"It'll feel better for you if I am…You would know that already if you weren't a vir-"

"Silence!" He barked at her, so close to her ear that it rung painfully. As painful as he was making everything, she couldn't seem to stop teasing him. She was actually enjoying him at the moment.

"Will you let me help you?"

"Fuck off."

"Please?" He shot up angrily and looked her in the face, Eila gave him her classic doe eyed look and he relaxed slightly.

"You are…strange…" He looked away for a moment, almost as if he was questioning whether or not he wanted to do this anymore. The angel seized the moment again.

"Please Vergil? I want you…no…I need you…" She begged and he looked back at her wildly.

"How do you do that?" He blinked at her wide eyed and breathed hard. Eila knew what he was asking, he was trying to understand how she knew what his weak points were. He was catching on in their little game. She played it up again.

"Vergil! Take me! Please! I can't wait anymore!" She cried out breathily and watched him shiver. The angel couldn't help herself from giggling afterwards. "I'm so sorry…I just know what you like." She winked at him and he snarled in return.

"You will not best me, whore!" He spat through clenched teeth and gripped her wrists tightly. She grunted in pain but then smiled.

"Can we just skip this whole pain thing and get straight to the sex? It's getting old." She giggled and he gripped harder. The angel cried out and bit her bottom lip. She was enjoying it thoroughly, how angry he was, how much the pain pulsed through her. It was a high that she hadn't had in a long time. Suddenly she felt tugging at her shirt, her wrists were loose and her black tank top came up and over her head. Vergil took the sopping garment and threw it across the yard landing with a flop. He eyed the angel's bare skin hungrily, running his hands up from her waist to her shoulders where blood had trickled and pooled on her chest.

"Flawless…" He licked her shoulder again and sighed. Eila felt his hot breath against her tender flesh and sighed as well, she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her. How long it was going to take though, was a mystery. The devil ran kisses and licks down her collar bone until he reached her breasts, he took his time exploring and experimenting with sensations. To push him more, the angel ran her hands sensually through his wet hair and gripped it, tugging firmly. Vergil breathed hotly against her soaked chest and brought his kiss back up to meet her lips.

They kissed softly, but then Eila parted her lips and allowed him access. He was a little awkward at first, but quickly caught on. Beautiful, hot, fluid movements of tongue had distracted them as their hands roamed freely. The rain crashed on them, drenching not only their bodies, but their sounds. The angel didn't notice they had been grinding on each other for a while now, he was rock hard and her womanhood was aching. She broke the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on tightly as their hips moved as on. She wanted the clothes removed, she wanted him inside, she wanted him badly.

"We must lay together frequently…" Vergil broke the silence and panted hard, almost to the point of moaning. "It's madness how much I want you…Never once has a woman drove me to this point…" He gave a breathy laugh before leaning back down and kissing her neck.

"We sort of had sex all the time…well you couldn't keep your hands off me…sometimes you just attacked me and had nothing done back to you. It's like you got your kicks from getting me off." She laughed and whimpered. "You're a very disturbed man."

Vergil moved his hand down to her black shorts and slipped under the hem, pressing down and reaching for her womanhood. Eila mewled and pressed her heat into his hand, which she could have sworn made him blush for a moment. He felt around for a while and touched here and there, trying to figure out what felt good. Finally the angel slipped her own hand in and guided him to her sweet spot, moving his hand accordingly.

"I know what I'm doing…" The devil was irritated that she helped him, but the feeling was soon drowned out when he heard her vocals. She panted and whined, moving her hips with his fingers; her body moved like and ocean, rolling and crashing and sighing. He began to shiver with anticipation as she got louder. He wanted her to get there, he wanted to hear that climax, that orchestra of lust.

"Press harder…please…" She begged and he obliged. He felt how unbelievably wet she was, and she could tell how excited he had become just from touching her. She whined and whimpered, breathing his name to him. Vergil couldn't contain himself, he leaned in and sucked on her neck. He could hear the tiniest breath hitches and silent mewls amongst the louder whines and whimpers. Eila felt the devil's groin pulsing on her thigh, he wanted her now but was waiting to see what happened. She felt herself on the edge, that tickling and burning feeling crashing through her and building to a breaking point. She screamed and whined, and with each wave of intense climax she felt Vergil shiver with her, as if he was coming as well. He bit down on her neck and drew blood, not as much as he usually did but enough to deliver another few good screams from his angel. She rolled into his hand and whimpered, she had been so loud she could have waked the neighborhood, but she didn't care. She just wanted that high.

It was finally finished. The devil pulled his hand out from between her thighs and examined the residue on his hands, almost as if he was hypnotized by it. Eila recovered and gently took his hand, licking and sucking the rain and cum off of his fingers. Vergil looked away, the angel swore she saw him blush again.

"Was that too much?" She asked before moving both of them to a sitting position, she slinked onto his lap and felt his aching member below her. The devil actually hesitated, he ever so gently placed his hands on her hips.

"I feel a little sick actually…" He placed his head on her shoulder. "Like I got punched in the stomach…"

Eila understood exactly what it meant. He probably hadn't been so worked up like that yet, or at least his memory led him to believe that. She ran her fingers through his wet hair again and tried calming him down without loosing the feeling.

"You're too excited…just calm down and we can finish…" She kissed his lips gently and he laid her down, hovering on top of her. He grabbed hold of her shorts and pulled them down and off, revealing her full naked glory.

"I told you to calm down not work up!" She barked at him but he was already gone. Eila watched him fumble with his pants buttons and she helped him out, apparently he never had buttons in his youth. She placed a lithe hand inbetween his legs and found his pulsing member. Vergil's breath hitched as she stroked it lightly, but quickly pushed her down and pulled it out; placing it at her entrance.

Before she could say a word, he pressed himself inside in one thrust. The angel grunted in discomfort, but found that if she just relaxed it felt quite wonderful. She watched him shudder once inside, he panted and panicked, his eyes searching for what to do. Eila grabbed her devil's hips and pulled out and then back in again. He glared at her and she giggled.

"Just do what we did earlier, it will come natural to you." She wrapped her arms around his neck as he started to thrust, it was slow but it was wonderful. Vergil groaned softly, matching his moans with her whimpers. He didn't pick up the pace, just kept it slow and steady, but deep and hard. Eila rocked her hips in tune with his, intensifying everything, her body felt like an instrument that he was playing perfectly. "You're really good at this…" She breathed and sighed, she wanted more but knew he wouldn't give it to her; she had to wait.

"I learn quickly." He panted out the words suddenly, grunting and moaning softly as he went about grinding.

"So you are a virgin!" She laughed, but the tune changed when the laugh turn into a sudden pleasurable cry. Vergil had thrust into her firmly and smirked. "You know, when you do that…you make me want to scream it to the whole world." Eila grinned devilishly. Vergil didn't care for it however and stopped completely. The angel whined in protest.

"Do you want me to stop?" He gave her a cold look. Eila shook her head 'no' and whined again. Vergil finally smirked and thrust into her hard. The angel cried out and arched into him, she felt like her whole body was on fire. The devil was thoroughly enjoying the site of her, every breath and movement was affected by him and he loved it. He loved having that kind of power.

The rain started to come down in sheets and he pushed harder and faster, wanting them both to come that much sooner. His patience was weaning and he wanted to hear her scream again. She wriggled beneath him in pleasure, her hands roaming her own body and his, not knowing what to do. He felt himself start to feel that same sense of panic and Eila could see it. They were moving so fast now, soft moans and whimpers turning into sharp breaths and whines, they were so close. Vergil kept his eyes open long enough to watch the angel clench the dirt and cry out into the rainy night, her back arching and her breasts heaving with her climax. It was like music to his ears, music that fueled him to feel that same euphoria and ecstasy. Instead of being vocal, he threw his head down and bit into her neck, drinking the thick, hot, pulsing blood as he came inside of her. He felt so relieved, like all the weight of the world was gone in that single moment. The blood poured past his lips and he listened closely to her ecstasy, her heart racing, her breath sharp and jagged. A perfect composition.

Everything calmed down, the devil rested his weight on his angel and breathed deeply. His breath quivered and his body trembled; basking in the afterglow of intense passion and cool rain. They both listened for a while to the sound of water splashing around them, the scent of rain and grass filling their lungs as they returned to earth from their high.

"Vergil?" Eila called to him softly and he looked up at her, blood dripping from his mouth. To anyone else he would look vicious, but to her it was familiar and put her at peace. "How was it?" She giggled at him and he sighed with contentment.

"A masterpiece. We will have to do this again." He grinned, showing his bloodied mouth causing the angel to laugh. He gave her a glare and she tried to stifle her giggles.

"You look like you just popped out of a horror movie." She began cracking up and he growled at her.

"Well you are a stupid woman, and what the fuck is a movie?" He glared daggers at her. The comment alone caused her to laugh so hard she almost couldn't breathe. "Shut up! Idiot woman!"

The laughing continued.


Meanwhile in the house, Trish and Dante stared out the window, trying to get a good glimpse at what was going on.

"I can't see a damn thing…" Dante huffed. "Did he kill her? It's just two fucking blobs out there! Stupid rain…" Trish giggled at Dante, he was so cute when he was frustrated.

"Their probably having sex, I doubt he would kill her…Maybe put her in the hospital, but not kill her. Plus, that girl knows how to whip. She had him wrapped around her finger in a matter of weeks." Trish smirked and nodded to herself.

"Not wrapped tight enough, he still went and got himself killed." The devil pouted slightly, not happy about the past.

"Well he's back now so quit your bitching. I'm sick of you getting all mopey, it takes away from my 'me' time." She grinned devilishly and Dante did a face palm.


Eila started to shiver from the cold, the rain was still cooling them down and she didn't know how long she would be able to last outside. Vergil stood up and took off the oversized black shirt he had been wearing and gave it to the angel. She looked up at him in surprise at the gesture.

"Don't think I'm being kind, I am making sure that no one sees you. You are my mine, only I can look at you." He nodded to himself and started walking back towards the backdoor. Without being asked, Eila put on the shirt and followed him in. As she stepped inside she noticed that he was looking down the hallway, no not looking, he was glaring.

"What's up?" She wrung out her hair and the shirt. Vergil gave her a questioning look.

"Up is…up…How do you not know what 'up' is?" He blinked at her and she felt like smacking him.

"Oh my god, it's a phrase dummy. It substitutes for 'what is on your mind or what is going on'." The angel sighed and received a death glare from the devil.

"You shall tell me what a 'dummy' is too." Vergil crossed his arms and waited for an answer.

"No, you're way to bossy. I'm out of here." Eila stuck out her tongue and ran down the hall. She heard him catch up quickly and tackle her to the ground.

"How is it you have not learned your place? Idiot woman!" They wrestled for a moment, both fighting for dominance on the floor. They rolled around kicking and grabbing like children would. They flailed around until he was on top of her once again. Vergil finally slammed his teeth into her neck again and everything stopped. Eila slithered beneath him like a snake, trying to wrap her arms and legs around him to pull him as close as possible. He sucked hard and she sighed, dragging her nails down his back for good measure. Finally the devil pulled away and gazed at her lustfully. The angel answered the look with trying to kiss him but he turned away. She whimpered in protest.

"Not here." He ordered. Eila looked at him with begging eyes, she didn't want to wait. She wanted him again.

"You're a buttface." She pouted and he gave a confused and offended look.

"A….butt…face?" He blinked for a moment, then started to growl when he found the phrase overly insulting. "You shall be punished for that."

"Yes! Finally!" She shouted for joy, which got the strangest look from Vergil she had ever seen.

"You…enjoy pain? How strange.." He blinked at the angel and she gave him a coy look.

"I blame you darling, you're far too sadistic in the bedroom. You've turned me into a masochist." She breathed in deeply and stretched arching her back, allowing her breasts to rise up far enough to touch the devil's chest. He turned away for a moment, and she could just barely see a tint of red on his cheeks in the dark.

"There's almost always blood involved-" She lifted a slender finger and ran the tip across his lips in a seductive fashion. "You bite too hard, but I like it. I like that feeling that you could kill me at any moment." She giggled and licked her lips.

"So I frighten you?" He looked back at her with a smirk. She nodded and giggled softly.

"Mmhmm, I've grown to like it." Eila ran her hand down his chest and abs, stroking him with a feathery touch. Vergil breathed heavily and deeply, it was obvious he was trying to contain himself yet again.

"You will not seduce me…Not again." His eyes appeared to be glowing in the darkness; he was trying hard not to grow excited by her. However, Eila knew basically how long it took for his patience to run out; she could always find his weakness.

"Oh I will seduce you, and you'll give in…and you'll be glad you did." The angel leaned up and scraped her teeth against his neck, sucking as she went. Vergil moaned softly and covered his mouth immediately, not wanting to be heard by anyone. Eila continued her work and added a bonus, she moved her hand down to his groin and grasped; feeling his length through his clothing. Her shuddered at her touch and moved into her hand, indicating he wanted more. The angel giggled at his reaction and licked up to his ear, taking the lobe in her mouth and biting softly.

"Damn you…" The devil seethed. He broke away from her touch and grasped her arm, causing them both to stand. He surprised her by picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder, then proceeding to the stairs.

"Where are you taking me?" Her voice came out more frightened than she wanted it to, even though she was quite thrilled. Vergil smirked and hiked up the stairs, making his way to the first door; which happened to be Eila's bedroom. He stopped short before opening it. "Why are you stopping?"

He didn't answer. The devil waited at the door for a moment, but then turned on his heel to head down the hall. Eila panicked for a moment, she wondered if he was going to take them to Dante's room. If so it would end up being extremely awkward and she would have to apologize a thousand times. Finally Vergil stopped at the room at the end of the hall and she breathed a sigh of relief.

"I remember this room."

"Uh…yeah….it's the bathroom…" The angel tried to stifle a laugh but it came out all the same. The devil opened the door and shut it firmly behind him, there was absolutely no light. "Turn on the lights!" She squeaked. Suddenly she felt her body slump down and oh so gently hit the floor. She felt around and found the sink, using it as leverage to lift her up to a standing position. The water in the tub had turned on but she could not see. The angel went to turn on the lights but something grabbed her and pulled her back, she felt the warm being behind her.

"I remember you so clearly now…" His raspy and sexy voice vibrated throughout her whole body, she could feel herself get wet again just from his speech alone. "You fed and cleansed me…you were so gentle." Eila felt a warm hand stroke her thigh, her head lolled back and rested on his chest. "Allow me to thank you for that kindness now…" He kissed her neck so softly she could have cried.

"We're not taking a bath are we?" She laughed and then sighed at his touch. The angel felt him fumble with his pants again, and without her help he finally got them undone. The devil wasted no time in removing her shirt as well, feeling her naked body in the darkness. "Maybe we should turn on the shower instead…" The angel's voice quivered slightly, feeling his hands roam her body made her shiver to no end. He paused for a moment, he must have been thinking about something.

"What is a shower? Like a rain shower?" Vergil sounded so stupid in that moment, and Eila found it to be the cutest thing in the world. She imagined the adorable look he must have made with that question.

"Oh ho ho…you are so cute I can't stand it." She turned around in his arms and pressed herself against him, she could feel his naked body, but couldn't see it. "It's a way to bathe without having to fill up a tub, water comes down from….uh….the ceiling and you wash yourself in it." She assumed that if he didn't know what a shower was, he probably wouldn't know what a faucet was either.

"Ah…like a waterfall." He spoke in that cute dumb tone again, and it made Eila want to attack.

"Yeah, except it's nice and warm." She leaned up to kiss him but ended up pecking his jaw. He jumped slightly but then leaned in the appropriate direction to lock lips. The devil grabbed her waist firmly and made the kiss hot and passionate, he really did catch on quick. His hands roamed her body and finally rested on her butt, giving it a good squeeze and getting a squeak in return. He broke the kiss and gave a chuckle.

"So you like pain, but the second I grab your ass you squeal? Ridiculous." He chuckled again and Eila slipped out of his arms, making her way into the tub and felt for the shower nozzle. She giggled when she found it and turned it on, feeling the warm water spray her.

"You know, you swear an awful lot. Usually you hate using, as you say, 'crude' words." The angel backed herself against the shower wall, waiting for him to enter at some point. She heard a growl and suddenly his breath was on her, so close to her neck, it was hot and moist.

"I suppose I haven't learned my manners yet, please excuse me for being rude." He laughed breathily and licked her already partially healed wound on her neck. She shivered violently in response as he started to roam her again, he was practically purring at her. The water was so warm and continuous, it was getting steamy and they could both feel it. Eila didn't know if she was panting from excitement or from the heat.

"It's…so hot…" She breathed heavily. She felt light headed and dizzy, but didn't know which way was which; it was so incredibly dark that she seemed she was on the edge of eternity. The angel clung to the devil in an instant, wrapping her arms around his torso and holding on for dear life; her world was spinning and the steam felt like it was prickling her skin. Vergil noticed her body language was a cry for help rather than a cry for attention, in answer he grabbed her by her waist and brought her down to the ground of the tub, allowing the angel air. "Vergil…" She gave a helpless mewl, like a kitten trying to find their mother. The devil leaned into her outstretched arms and was pulled into an embrace, laying on top of her, protecting her from the over heated water. The angel could have stayed like that forever, finding endless comfort in his protective arms.

There was a flash, her eyes adjusted to the sudden burst of light and saw him peering straight into her; providing her with a look of shock.

"Can you guys wrap it up already? There's only one bathroom." Eila watched as Vergil looked over to the door, wearing a face of surprise and menacing anger. The angel peeped her head up to look over the edge of the tub to find Dante standing in the doorway, looking rather pissed. "Don't give me that look Verg, it's common courtesy." With a glare, the red devil slammed the door, not turning off the lights either.

"Damn him!" The devil growled and stood up, showing off his fully nude and utterly delicious form. Eila started from a giggle into a hysterical laugh, getting a questioning look from her lover.

"Relax, we should probably get some sleep anyways, it's probably five in the morning by now." She giggled some more and he relaxed, reaching out a hand and helping her to her feet.

"We'll take a look at the water clock when we retire." Vergil turned off the water then grabbed two towels, handing one over to the angel. Eila looked at him utterly confused.

"Uh…A water clock? Um…" She dried herself off and gave him a spacey look. He raised an eyebrow at her then proceeded to smirk.

"Let me guess, you don't have a sundial either…how is it that you people tell time?" The devil laughed before exiting the bathroom, leaving the angel to her now utterly stupefied self. She hurriedly wrapped the towel around her and picked up the soaked clothes from earlier, retreating into the hall only to be cornered by Dante.

"About damn time, you guys are fuckin freaks you know that?" He groaned and frowned, waiting for a reply. When the angel didn't give him one but rather a dazed face, he changed his tune. "Are you okay?" He reached out to her worriedly.

"What the fuck is a WATER CLOCK!" She growled and stomped her foot in frustration. Dante gave her a bewildered look, however it was short lived for he bursted out into hysterical laughter.

"Oooooh man, my brother is going to have some extreme culture shock." He continued his hawing as he entered the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Once again Eila was left to a destroyed I.Q. She huffed her way down the hall and into her room, shutting her door firmly behind her. The angel peered around the room for a moment, only to find her love searching through her drawers. He pulled out a pair of lacey underwear and held them up to the light.

"What are you doing to my underwear…?" Eila gave an irritated sigh, she didn't want to have to deal with a teenager from a biblical era. Vergil gave her a curious look and then went back to the garment.

"A strange material for the garment of an athlete. Perhaps there is a different purpose for these in the future." He turned and blinked at her, as if he was waiting for her to speak, but she just looked at him like her brain had died. "I demand that you speak." He formed his lips in a tight line, he was growing impatient.

"Oh my fucking god…it's just underwear. It's worn to keep other clothes free of…well…stuff that might come out of you for certain reasons. Also it's attractive." She placed her hand on the bridge of her nose, concentrating on not yelling at him.

"I see…" Vergil smirked as he dug deeper into the drawer, looking for other interesting items. "Hmm…this seems to match…" He talked to himself in an approving manner, which made Eila give him a look of dread. The devil finally pulled out the black lacey corset that went with the extremely ruffled and lacey boyshorts. The angel almost died from embarrassment, and in reaction ran over to rip them out of his hands.

"Put them back! Put them back!" She screeched at him as he pulled them out of her reach teasingly.

"Oh, but I was hoping you would wear them! Or would you prefer I find a different pair?" He laughed outwardly now as she angrily punched his chest in frustration.

"You stupid fucking asshat! PUT IT BACK!" She went to punch him extra hard but missed, falling straight for the ground. Feeling a sudden jerk she opened her eyes to find her face just inches from the floor. Suddenly her weight was swung around the room and she landed on her bed, flopping around like a fish out of water. Vergil stifled a laugh before walking over to the switch and turning off the lights.

"What a mate you are. Disobedient, but thrilling. I can see now why I put up with you." He stepped softly over to the bed and climbed on ever so gently. Eila could see him clearly through the light just barely coming in through her window, the sun wasn't up yet but it was getting there. His eyes were glowing, like moonlight on an arctic lake. "However, I feel if the more I break you in…the less fun you will be. It is a dilemma indeed." He smirked and leaned in for a kiss, it was soft and gentle, which was a rare thing for Vergil but for some reason it was frequent tonight.

Eila broke away and huffed, still angry about the lingerie. The devil chuckled before stroking her cheek. "You're like a wild animal; rare, exotic, and vicious…A perfect pet." He kissed her again, with more passion this time. She allowed it to happen, she couldn't fight anymore. The angel was more than tired and felt like she could sleep for a lifetime, she didn't realize that as she kissed him she had drifted off into a deep slumber. Which left Vergil somewhat disappointed but he felt fatigue was on his heels as well.

They both didn't realize that time can flow especially fast when you are sleeping.

AN: How did we like teenage mutant ninja Vergil? Jk jk jk! He was just a teenager...not a mutant. Maybe a ninja. Yeah probably a ninja. Anywho PLEASE REVIEW! IT KEEPS ME GOING! but yeah i think someone should have that as an e-mail address or screen name or somthing... Teenage Mutant Ninja Vergil...awesome XD