A/N: Wow I didn't think that so many people would review; I thank you guys so much. I'm happy everyone is enjoying this fic.This chapter was posted up before but I had to take it down and fix some errors, I am deeply sorry for that. It took me a while to try and plan this chapter. I don't want to rush the story. I think I may be late with chapter 4 because I'm busy at the moment with a job and a journalism program. I'm an obsessive person when it comes to you guys getting the best of the best so I hope you enjoy chapter 3.
Special thanks to my beta who literally had to whip me so that I focused on writing this instead of playing with my pen top (I have mild ADD)
Disclaimer: I don't own Devil May Cry or any of its characters.
Chapter Three: Atmosphere is key
Lady grunted as the weight of Kalina Ann bore on to her chest. The demon was only at an arms length distance from her face. It bored its weight trying to make her give up. The bastard was proving to be just as stubborn as her. She felt it was a disgrace that her prized weapon was being used to shield her instead of just blowing the demon's ass straight to hell.
Meanwhile Dante was having a glorious time. Four demons surrounded him. He took out ebony and ivory and pumped them each full of lead. They buckled in pain and landed on their knees. He took out Cerberus and with a quick turn of his writ he twisted the icy num-chucks so fast that the bodies of the demons turned into dust. Another demon came but Dante was fast enough to move around it and snap it's neck so hard that he decapitated it in an instant. Another came forward and he threw the head at it. Preoccupied with the head in its hands the demon didn't see Dante jump in the air, dash and end up behind it. He tapped its shoulder and the demon turned around. Dante punched its face and turned around to do anther icy combo with Cerberus. The demon fell dead. More demons came to the party.
Dante could have laughed. It was all too simple. A forward roll here and a drop kick there. It was becoming boring. He looked around looking for more fun but found that Lady was struggling with just one Demon.
She was still in the same struggling position with the same demon from before.
He started to circle the pair. It was amazing how determined this demon was. If it knew the true Lady then it would cower in fear. Especially from the Lady from her time of the month. To this day Dante still has nightmares. It was something he would probably tell their children and grandchildren to get them to behave, that is, if he can even get her attention. If he can't get that then they can't make the little monsters.
Lady bent back and took two steps. Beads of sweat could be seen forming on her forehead. She felt him staring at her. Lady looked at him annoyed. The jerk could help her.
"So, Lady...how you doin'?" He said in a heavy Italian accent.
Lady mentally slapped her forehead. The man was an idiot. She growled in frustration as she finally broke free from the demon's hold. She kicked but it grabbed her leg and twisted it. To prevent any injury she let her whole body turn as well. This let her other leg come up and kick the demon across its face. Stunned, it stumbled back and she took this opportunity to get one of her guns.
Dante still looked on impressed by her moves. She bent down and picked up her revolver. She looked at him and he threw her a wink and a sly smile. She grunted and reloaded her weapon.
"Yeah I feel the same way. All I want to do is take you now, throw you in bed, rough you up, and caress your body all night long and what not" he said nonchalantly.
Her blood boiled; here she was fighting for her life and he had the nerve to distract her with his horrible flirting.
It was obvious even for the blind to see that his ego truly had no limits.
She emptied an entire clip into the on coming demon and it didn't seem to work. It was as if God was punishing her. Two demons, both didn't seem to get the picture to stop. And the one that seemed to tick her off the most was Dante.
The demon dodged her moves and this was getting on her nerves. Just when she was about to grab hold of it, the demon would jet past her.
"Lad--"
"This ISN'T the TIME or place and I'm not in the MOOD" she gritted through her teeth angrily.
Dante laughed.
"I love it when you play hard to get"
She almost lost it right then and there. Her hands squeezed into tight fits. The demon finally stopped in its tracks and took the chance to attack her since she was standing still. That was its biggest mistake.
The demon lounged forward with a shriek. She ducked quickly and grabbed its arm. She twisted it behind its back and applied so much pressure that the bone snapped and pointed upwards to the gray menacing sky. The demon howled in pain. She kicked it hard and was left with its arm in her hands. The demon cowered away trying to nurse the area its arm once occupied. Lady threw its arm down as if it were useless trash.
She picked up Kalina Ann and aimed for its lower body. The sharp pointed missile shot out and through the unfortunate creature's crotch. It screamed in agony.
Dante almost felt bad for the poor thing. Being a man he had to sympathize with its situation.
The missile blew up leaving dust to fall like soft snow from the sky.
Dante was taken aback by her anger towards the demon.
He slowly clapped in admiration.
"Way to go"
She walked up to him and pointed her pistol to his forehead.
"Never, and I mean NEVER try and distract me while I'M working"
"Hey chill, you kicked its ass, there's no need to be --"
She pulled the trigger.
They walked in silence towards Devil May Cry. She was beyond being mad. She was fucking pissed. Dante tried to keep up with her quick stride. She opened the double doors and slammed them behind her before Dante could reach them. He growled as he fumbled for his keys. He finally got inside.
His ears met the sounds of water running from the back. He sighed as he locked the doors. He really wanted to grab her attention today. It was like whatever he did was never good enough. It brought him shame that he, Dante the son of the legendary Sparda, couldn't get a woman. She said that her rules were easy but they were proving to be as complex as quantum physics. How could he even manage the rest of her rules when he couldn't grasp a simple rule as getting her attention?
"I'll never get her to look my way." He said out loud to himself.
He took off his red coat and placed it on the hanger. He unbuttoned the black orbs from his vest and sighed in relief as the material loosened to let his confined skin breathe. He peeled off the material along with the black long sleeve shirt. He tossed them a side and headed towards the couch. Just when he sat down the lights went out
His shoulders drooped. He forgot to send in the paid electricity bill. He stretched in an effort to take some of his stress off. He relaxed when he heard some joints pop and blood rush to his muscles. He laid out on the couch and put his hands behind his head. His eyes were becoming used to the darkness. He took a deep breath and let it out. He didn't know what he was going to do with her. He closed his eyes and let sleep embrace him.
She left the bathroom refreshed. She went to her room and changed into some baggy pajamas. She felt some what guilty about shooting him. It wasn't his fault he was impotent when it came to wooing a woman. She left her room angry that her nagging conscience was guiding her feet to find him.
She was met with darkness. She snorted knowing that he probably didn't give in the bill on time. It was a good thing she was around to manage some of the bills.
When her eyes grew accustomed to the dark, her gaze focused on a figure lying on the couch. She walked over slowly to him. She stood over him and looked at his peaceful face. His smooth ivory skin that resembled the most finest marble seemed to glow. His finely shape nose reminded her of a nose of a strong Roman or a Greek Deity. It was funny how he looked like two different people. Awake his eyes lit up with human emotions. He looked so carefree and confident. His smile on his face informed her of what a fun person he was.
But asleep his demon reigned. He looked like he was deep in thought. As if trying to figure out a way to balance the weight of the world on his shoulders with out tipping over and letting everyone down. His serious face carried a slight frown of disappointment. Someone who looked at him for the first time would conclude that he was a cold blooded man that should not be dealt with. A woman would swoon over his cold exterior. His face surpassed handsomeness. He was beautiful. Yet with beauty he still didn't seem to overcome his own insecurities.
She cleared some of his white bangs from his forehead. She was surprised that his skin was so soft, almost like her own. She made it a mental note to tease him about it later on. At that very second an idea struck her like lightning. She turned on her heal with a sly evil grin and disappeared into her room.
His nose twitched as something lightly tickled it. He swatted it away. The tickling returned and his eyes snapped open in annoyance. He sat up and his azure eyes met Lady's. All the annoyance melted away as his stare traveled to her body and saw what she was wearing.
Her white buttoned down blouse was opened to reveal a black silky tank top that seemed to shine against the dim lighting of the room. It met halfway exposing her flat tone stomach. The underwear she had on was a sheer black material that had no shame in showing him what those annoying little booty shorts had been denying him. They were riding low, too low, in fact. But seeing the curve of her hips and the small dents that pointed to the sweet button of passion her underwear withheld just enticed him even more. He licked his lips as he pictured his teeth sliding the undergarment off and then feasting on her juicy forbidden fruit in between her legs until she begged for mercy.
"Dante…Dante" he snapped out of the hypnotic trance her sensual body had him under and his dirty thoughts. He finally saw that she was holding a bottle of lotion. He gulped and stood up.
"W-what's that for?"
"Shut up" she demanded and pushed him back.
"Lay down on your stomach so that I can rub your back"
He did what he was told.
"Why are you doing this?"
She straddled him and flipped open the cap of the bottle.
"I'm trying to be nice"
He snorted at her statement as he tried to think of the last time she was nice and then remembered that it was the time they first met when she shot him in the head…twice.
Insulted she flicked his earlobe.
"Ouch" he whined
"You're welcome" she squeezed out a good amount of the warm substance and rubbing her hands together leaned forward and placed her hands on his back
"Think of this as an 'I'm sorry' for shooting you"
He wanted to make another wise ass comment but decided against it since pissing her off would result in her putting him into a head lock and making him cry for Sparda.
She rubbed the lotion up and down his smooth milky back. His body tensed then relaxed as her hands worked his muscles.
"Mmm…you should apologize more often" he purred basking in the warm feeling.
She applied more pressure as she worked the muscles in his lower back. The tension that was built up there soon collapsed. Her hands traveled back up and with her nail tips she gently traced her name on his back. He smiled at her way of claiming him. She repeated the process and the sensation triggered a sharp electric charge that traveled up and down his spine.
She felt his body jolt a bit at the sensation she was providing with her nails. He tried desperately at calming down his swelling member from becoming a full blown erection. Her nails left a trail of unbearable heat that he wanted her cool lips to desperately touch.
"Turn around" she almost whispered. She made room for him to turn over and then she straddled him again. She was disappointed that she didn't feel his erection poking up trying to say hello. It looked like she was going to have to turn up the heat if she wanted her pupil to truly learn his lesson.
"Do you mind if I take this off, it's getting a little hot" before he could even reply the unbuttoned blouse was quickly discarded to the side. His eyes were trying to devour every curve and shape of her body in her lingerie.
"You know, I think stress is what makes us fight with each other too much" she said
The thin strap of her top fell softly, sliding down her soft skin. His eyes followed it is journey until it stopped in midway of her arm.
"We have so much pent up anger that I'm afraid that it'll end up killing us one day. Maybe, and this is just a theory, if we got rid of this stress by doing something so lustfully aggressive and animalistic that we can end up getting along in the future."
As if the Devil was mocking him, the other strap fell. Her silky top slid down revealing the top of her velvety perky breasts but stopping before her nipples were exposed. His breath quickened in anticipation. A thin layer of sweat started forming. If God was on his side then the top would miraculously fall down bringing light from the heavens to shine on her works of art before he spontaneously combusted seven times.
God must have really hated him.
Maybe God knew that he wanted to cup, bite, suck and tease those works of art in the near future.
"I thought about massages but they don't work. They aren't lustfully aggressive enough."
She pulled him up and they were now face to face. She wrapped her silky soft legs around his waist and placed his arms around her. she pressed her chest against his and he felt the hard nubs of her nipples through the thin silky material. She leaned into his ear.
"Then I thought about fighting demons since the act it self is so lustfully aggressive and animalistic that we could finally be able to be rid of this. Of course we risk our lives for the sake of it." she whispered
She kissed his neck and made a trail to his shoulders. He leaned into her neck and let his nose indulge in her sent. She smelled like sweet wild orchards. He placed a delicate kiss on her neck. Her hands were on his back making light circles which gave him goosebumps on his arms.
"Unless you know another lustfully aggressive yet animalistic way to get rid of this stress"
She felt was she had been looking for. His erection was clearly alive and begging for some sustenance. She trailed kisses back up his neck and his jaw line. She kissed his chin and bit his bottom lip. Their breaths mingled. With the tip of her tongue she licked his lips. She placed a light kiss on her marked territory.
He opened his mouth slightly and Lady took this as a personal invitation. Their kiss deepened as their tongues slowly caressed each other. She found it odd at how sweet he tasted. He pulled her in closer and she suppressed a moan as their clothed pelvises made friction.
They broke the kiss for the fact that they needed air. He ravished her neck as his hands explored her naked back. She felt a familiar wetness forming in her underwear. She grinded her hips to make a nice rhythm against his crotch and a moan escaped his mouth. She brought his face to hers and kissed him again. She looked into his possessed sapphire eyes.
"So Dante, do you know another way?"
His throat went dry and he cursed his vocal cords for not voicing his answer. His erection was at the point of hurting if he didn't find an out lit for it to release. All he wanted to do was slam her down and show her the REAL way to relieve stress. And lustfully aggressive and animalistic wouldn't even be the words to begin to describe what he would do to her.
He crushed his lips against her and her eyes widened at his sudden answer.
The lights blared on back to life. He opened them at the abrupt change in the atmosphere. His eyes squinted at the brightness. She unwrapped her legs and let go of his neck. She picked up her white blouse and began to button it up.
"Good thing I paid the electricity bill"
Dante's jaw almost dropped.
"Oh well I guess this is good night then"
He stood up uncomfortably; his pants were obviously still a little tight.
"Where do you think you're going?" he grabbed her arm but she slid out of his grasp and smiled.
"I forgot to tell you, the mood was ruined. You see if the atmosphere is just righ-"
"So I'm guessing I just learned another rule?" he said sarcastically interrupting her.
She picked up the bottle of lotion.
"Don't be sad, it's a good thing" she took his left hand and gave him the bottle of lotion. She took his right and placed it on his crotch.
"I'm sure you won't be lonely tonight" she said turning around and walking towards her room.
"Ha. Ha. Very funny Lady" he called after her. The sound of her bedroom door closing was the only comeback he got from her.
He looked at his hand then at and the bottle…it was going to be a VERY lonely night indeed
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