Disclaimer: Yeah... I don't own DMC or anything related to the franchise... sad isn't it?
AU: I'm very sorry for the delay on this chapter, this last few weeks were a bit to time consuming and all that. To top it all off, Square Enix announced a Remaster of Crisis Core and how could I ever not freak out?! I mean, will they change anything? Will I cry my eyes out at the ending again? Who knows?!
Anyway, please enjoy the chapter.
"Heeello, sunshine!" Dante's voice boomed around the house as the man jogged his way down the stairs, a lazy smirk glued to his lips.
Spirits high for no specific reason after good a night of sleep, he came to the living room ready to shake things up, mostly by rattling his brother's nerves, but instead only found Nero sitting on the couch, brooding like a younger version of his father.
"Yo, kid! What's up with that frown? Trying to mimic your old man or something?" Dante asked, giving his nephew a soft smack on the shoulder for good measure.
Raising his eyes with a glare, Nero glanced at Dante and replied first with a small grunt. "Anything you want to share with me, old-timer?" His glare tightened as his uncle shrugged at him with that annoying little grin. "Ver… Father. What's up with all that blood and bruises on him? What the hell happened last night?"
"Wow, slow there a bit, cowboy. Last I saw him, Verge was all fine and dandy." Dante raised both hands as Nero stood up to face him. "Dunno anything about bruises and whatnot. But I suppose he came back since you saw him and all that, so where is he anyway?"
Nero sized Dante up, letting out an angry sigh as he sat back down. With a jerk of his head, he pointed to the front door, shaking his head stiffly. "Outside with Lady… being weird as fuck."
"Weird? Weird how?" Dante glanced at the closed door. "And outside with Lady? He isn't… doing anything WITH her, right?"
"Huh?! Man, I don't even want to contemplate what you mean by that." With a growl, Nero brought both hands to his face. "Listen, he is just being weird. I mean… the guy came over all bloodied and stuff, but he walked around like nothing had happened. Even worse, he just looked at me and smiled. Smiled!" A shiver ran across Nero's back, and his eyes shifted back to Dante with a worried look on them. "Never saw him smile before, not even as a joke."
That picked the man's interest. His blue eyes glazed over the door again, his brow furrowed in genuine surprise. "Verge? Smiling?" A mischievous grin came to his lips, this sudden shift of expression worrying Nero a little. "Well, don't mind me, kiddo, but this is something I gotta see for myself."
"Dante…" Nero growled a little warning, but he just watched as the older man swagged his way toward the door.
Properly ignoring his nephew's glare, Dante continued on his stride, that is until he felt a firm pair of hands grabbing him by the arm and dragging him toward the kitchen.
"Hey, what gives?!" He cried out as Trish enveloped her arms around his waist.
"Shush." Giggling at his affronted snort coming out of him, Trish continued to drag him until they left Nero's field of view and entered the kitchen properly. "Please don't be a prat. Your brother is in one of his very rare good moods."
Dante's quirked his eyebrow. "Oh… and that is important for you because?"
Trish felt giddy at the faint jealous glint in those blue eyes; and so, she brought one hand to the back of his head and pulled Dante into a soft kiss. "Because our eyes met at least four times this morning and he has yet to call me 'It' or 'That'. Surprisingly feels pretty good to not be under his scrutiny all the time."
"Hm… 'guess it's not so bad…" He leaned back in, reaching for her sweet lips again, this time kissing her with passion and need.
As Dante pulled her closer, both hands resting on her hips, Trish giggled and pulled back; slapping his shoulder lightly for good measure. "Stop that, you. We can have plenty of time for this later when Nero can't walk in on us."
He whined quietly, resting his head on the crook of her neck. "But we didn't even do anything last night."
"And who's fault is that?" Trish replied with a grin, peeling herself away from his arms and he walked towards the table as her hips swayed left and right.
"I ain't the one that chose to brood in the underworld." Dante replied with a frown.
"No, but you went there to help anyway." Her grin grew into a smirk. "Such the good brother that you are."
One of them began to laugh at the situation, and it wasn't Dante. As much as the white-haired hunter is a responsible person, at times, his more immature sides take charge of things when in the comfort of their privacy.
"Tsk… next time I'll remember this." He clicked his tongue one more time as he moved towards the still steaming kettle resting on the stove. Glaring without much intent at Trish's giggles, he poured coffee into a mug for himself and took a seat next to the blond beauty.
His 'bad mood' lasted only until Trish reached in with one hand and squeezed his thigh in an affective touch; quickly a grin appeared on his lips.
But then he took a sip of his coffee and went into a coughing fit, properly dropping the mug on the table. "Damn this is bitter as hell. Did Vergil swap sugar for coal or what?"
Trish coughed into her hand; her stare firmly pressed onto Dante. "I made the coffee today."
Almost as fast as he dropped the mug, he picked it back up. With no hesitation in his actions, Dante took a long sip out of it, smiling at Trish as he gulped it down despite the awful taste. "Just kidding babe… I like bitter stuff, ya know? Like proper chocolate or… black… teeaa?" The last part came out very unsure, but it sounded amusing enough for Trish to just shake her head and giggle.
"Nice save, but don't let it happen again." She warned with a wicked grin.
"Yes, ma'am!"
Still brooding on the couch, Nero kept his gaze on the door as he waited for… something. The brief amount of time he has spent with the man was always strange but fulfilling; despite Vergil's aloofness, their moments together brought something to Nero that not even he can properly explain.
But he always trailed around his father with caution, the man was always a ticking bomb waiting to go off, and Dante's timely interventions always managed to cut that short fuse even shorter.
To see this man acting so casually, so… at ease, felt more alarming than comforting to Nero's eyes.
Amidst his scrambled thoughts, Nero heard the soft creak of the front door, his attention instantly perked up, his eyes fixating on the image of Vergil and Lady walking in, side by side with each other, so close that their hands might as well be locked together.
'Being weird again…' Nero whispered to himself, frowning at how casually the older man is displaying even the minor display of fondness for the huntress, something so unlike him.
"Yo, old man!" Nero's voice boomed out before he even noticed his action. A mild feeling of awkwardness came over him when Vergil and Lady glanced at him, but still, he reigned in his nerves and nodded. "We need to talk."
"Nero…" Vergil replied with a small nod, turning his gaze to Lady to relay something without saying a word to her. "That we need, however, may I clean myself first? I feel quite… unpresentable at the moment."
Lady laughed beside him, slapping his shoulder with a bit of mirth. "That's one way of saying that he stinks."
Vergil frowned at her, but his expression held none of the dangerous edge that it would have previously. Unfazed by his look, Lady just winked at him and walked around him and then toward the kitchen.
Watching their interaction quietly, Nero felt his father's gaze shift back at him, making him sit straighter and cough. "Hmh… yeah, sure. But we are talking about… things later, you hear me?"
"I won't keep you waiting too long…" Vergil slowly stopped his sentence, and the silhouette of his brother quickly appeared from the corner. In a simple reflex, his expression soured a bit, a soft scowl changing his look.
A loud whistle came along as Dante walked in, folding his arms against his chest as he leaned on the wall. "Damn, Verge! are you trying to add the 'drunkard uncle wobbling out of a car crash' look to your portfolio?"
A tired sigh escaped the older twin. "Such wishful delusion to think you would learn manners overnight…"
"Ah… poor silly brother. Always lost in fairytale land." Dante chuckled at the glare still trained at him. "Now, where is my sword, Verge?"
Taking a long breath as he pinched the bridge of his nose, Vergil gave a small nod to the right, motioning towards the worn-out wooden cabinet on the wall behind the desk. Answer given, Vergil proceeded to ignore his brother, who made his way toward the cabinet and began walking towards the stairs.
"Heeyy, you cleaned it up!" Dante said aloud, picking up his blade and checking it for cracks or dents. "So, how was it? My, ahn… clone or demon armor crap?"
Placing one hand on the handrail, Vergil stopped and gave his brother a side-glance. Standing there in contemplation for a small moment, the Dark Slayer sized Dante from head to toe, and then a grin appeared on his lips. "Weak… barely worth the effort." Then he faced away from his outraged brother, climbing up the steps with a satisfied smirk on his face.
"Why do I feel like he just said that to spite me?" Dante asked, glaring at Vergil's back.
From the couch, Nero let out a snort. "Because that's why he probably said that for. You keep pulling at the guy's leg and don't expect him to kick back?"
"Well, at least is questionably good to have Verge back to his nasty self." Brushing the back of his head, Dante turned his attention back to his sword. "Better than the moping clown he was turning into."
Nero nodded in agreement but still felt rather reluctant. He has never known his father all that well, but even he can see the change in the man's behavior. If that is good or bad, that is still up to be discovered.
After a few long minutes alone in a hot and relaxing shower, Vergil dressed in a pair of black pants and chose to only don a clean white shirt; diverting from the usual layer upon layer of clothes he normally sports.
Sitting at the edge of the bed he has a small towel laying on top of his head, small droplets of water running down from his wet bangs into his pale face.
Distracted in this small moment of silence and contemplation, Vergel heard a string of three knocks on the door, followed by the faint creak of the door opening slowly.
"Yo old man. Dante came downstairs and told me that you were waiting for me." Nero said simply, rubbing the back of his head as he walked in.
'Why would you knock if you will enter without permission? The boy is as unruly as his uncle.' Vergil frowned slightly but caught himself before the words could ever slip past his lips. "You asked me for a moment so we could talk…" He nodded towards the chair nearby the wall in front of him. "Let's talk."
Nero glanced at the chair, he then looked back at his father with an uncertain look in his eyes. "Yeah… our talk." He brushed the back of his head, slowly entering the room properly and sitting at his appointed seat. "Look, man. I-I… I don't fucking know where to start with this. You just came back one day, and that is fine and all. But I just didn't know what to say or not to say…" Pushing his face onto his hands, Nero growled in utter frustration. "I mean, fuck! You walked around like your nerves were ready to snap, what if I say the wrong thing? But now you're acting all… semi-normal? No fuming glares, growls, or silent unpleasantness. For the first time, I feel like I can properly scream at your face without losing you on the spot."
A soft chuckle escaped Vergil, his icy-blue eyes watching the inner turmoil inside of his son unfolding right in front of him, this reaction out of Nero being of no surprise to him, but still managing to subvert his expectation of this meeting.
"Do you want to scream still?" He asked in pure curiosity, wandering if Nero would literally scream at his face; something not impossible to imagine with his wild manners.
"Hell yeah, I do!" Nero's head shot up; a mild glare trained at his father. "Look, man… you fucked up! I mean, seriously fucked up. I've been mulling over this for months now, how to explain the things you've done and all the people that got hurt because of it." At this point Nero was getting at the edge of his seat, his nerves going on fire to then quiet down as he slumped back. "Dante told me about Mundus. He told us about what happened to you. In a way, I understand how you could do all that, but hell… I still can't get… why?"
To say that Vergil expected such an outburst now of all times would be a lie. Yet, he still waited for the day when the very large elephant in the room would be brought up to him.
He had dedicated many silent days to thinking about this, looking into himself to quench his son's worries. However, now confronted with the reality of his actions, Vergil pushed away every single rehearsed sentence he had prepared, instead, he sat straighter in his position, staring directly into Nero's accusing glare.
"Nero… I understand your anger, however… To me, even more at that time, those people, no, humanity as a whole had very little weight on my thoughts." He started with the first words that came to mind, that to no surprise only managed to make his son angrier.
"Really?!" Nero jumped out of the chair and pointed at his father. "I swear if you bring the 'killing ants' thing I will sock you right in the face." Brushing his hair with both hands, he began to pace around the room. "Are they so worthless to you? What about Kyrie? Would you just roll over her like nothing? What about Lady?!"
That last comment stung at the Dark Slayer a little bit more than he felt comfortable with. Even contemplating the idea of hurting that caring girl or the eccentric huntress was something that personally hurt him; a bit of clarity for Vergil's own mind.
"No, they are not." He answered shortly, taking a frown to his expression.
"And what's different? They are human, aren't they?" Nero turned back to face Vergil. "How can you dismiss so casually all those people and then claim this?"
"Kyrie is important to you," Vergil replied quietly. "That makes her matter a whole lot more than a stranger with no face; because you matter to me." Then his mannerism shifted into a very much awkward one, a rarity for the composed man. "Mary… she is different, and a subject that doesn't involve you."
"Not yet, just wait until you two get serious." Nero added with a low snort, his frown softening enough to allow him a small smile. "Dammit, I really don't get you." He then properly slumped back into the chair.
Vergil watched and waited to see if Nero had a second outburst ready to throw his way, and quickly found an opening for him to say his mind. "Would you care to listen to me now?" He asked to which Nero looked at him and nodded. "I've been trying to look over things in a different light since yesterday. Don't look at me like that. There was no miraculous change of heart involved, only the need to feel that my existence is not a colossal waste of effort and time."
The boy looked at him in a mixture of slight confusion and humor. "Who would've thunk?"
His father groaned mildly but refrained from straining away from his line of thoughts. "One day you asked me why I was here? Don't worry I didn't take it as an offense, but it gave me food for thought that only now I can truly put it into words."
Vergil shifted forward, pressing both hands together as he rested his elbows on his legs; this reaction made Nero's stance change as he looked at his father with interest.
"Would I ever be receptive to my father if he came into my life once more?" His frown deepened. "When I found my answer, I decided to stay here for my son. I wouldn't ask him to accept me, nor would I inject myself into his days without his consent. But I would still be here if he ever needed it." He then shrugged and pulled the towel from his neck, clenching it in his right hand. "That was my decision. I will try to stay in your life, despite how trying it can be to endure Dante on a daily basis."
After Vergil's confession, it was Nero's time to shift uncomfortably in his seat. Averting his gaze to the side, he cleared his throat a few times as he ran one hand along his neck. "That is… I… Fuck, that was not what I was imagining that would come out of you."
Vergil let out a short chuckle. "Time and change are linked together, sometimes in equal harmony, sometimes in opposite lines. An old fish may learn to swim against the river's current, but it may take him time to break the mold of his old shell."
"Have to be a bit more specific there, old man." Nero frowned.
A soft laugh escaped Vergil this time, shaking his head at his son's reply. "You won't find what you want in me yet, Nero. I may regret the extent of the damage my actions have caused, but I don't regret the steps I've taken until now. Don't ask the impossible out of me right now and I promise you to try and… change." He then stood up from the bed and walked over toward Nero, resting one hand on his son's shoulder. "Don't try to force a croaked branch back into place; you might break the whole tree in the process."
Nero sighed but smiled. "Some food for thought?" He asked with mild mirth.
And Vergil nodded with a grin of his own.
Like so many days ago, Lady found herself in front of Vergil's room, her eyes staring at the closed door as her nervousness wrecked away at her nerves.
'The second time should be a lot easier, no?' Lady argued with herself silently. 'Come on, is not like I'm marching in his room like a stranger to flirt with him… now I know there's something between us.' She sighed, pressing her hands together. 'Last night was so… good and peaceful, despite how it started. Come on, you can do it. Get in, kiss him and you can go home to squeal like a silly girl.'
Slapping her cheeks with both hands to stop her childish hesitation, Lady took a step forward and allowed her right knuckle to knock softly against the wooden surface at least three times.
"You may come in." She heard Vergil say from the other side, making her heart skip a beat.
Calmly pulling at the handle, she slowly pushed the door open. With a small hop forward, Lady leaned her head past the small gap, grinning brightly as Vergil looked at her. "Are you decent?" She asked in jest, giggling at the look he gave her.
"That question is supposed to come before you enter the room." Vergil replied with a chuckle, shaking his head at her. "And I asked you to come in, why would I not be proper and dressed?"
His dry sense of humor has grown quite a lot on her, or perhaps she is so enchanted by his good looks that her girly giggles are just the natural response to his voice. At any rate, Lady is ever so glad that she is alone in the hallway, or people would get a very weird sight of her bouncing on her legs with her head almost pressed against the door and the door frame.
Oh how shameful it would be, she would never live it down if Dante saw her right now.
Deciding that she could very well live without her friends mocking her because of this giddy state, Lady properly walked into the room, closing the door behind her. And quickly she found another thing to worry about all the same; this time, instead of stressing over her reputation as a badass and cool girl, she has to worry about her self-control when the tall white-haired man in front of her stood up and turned to face her.
"Mary." Vergil simply said, in a manner as to welcome her into his room, and yet her name uttered by his voice made all sorts of horribly delightful things to her body.
Vergil looks fresh out of the shower, while his lower half is properly clad with his dark long pants; his upper body, however… is another matter altogether. Instead of the heavy layers of clothing he normally uses, this time he is wearing only a white shirt of quite thin fabric. It feels like the perfect amount to hide his pale skin from prying eyes, and yet it marks the outline of his muscles with almost perfection, taking just a tiny amount of imagination to picture his naked torso.
"Hey…" She replied meekly, her eyes going all around his form, biting her bottom lip discreetly as if tending to an itch.
"Something that matters?" Vergil asked with a small frown, concerned about the blank look on her face.
"Mhm…" She drawled with a dreamy moan, and then her eyes budged like two saucers. "No, No! I just wanted to give you a kiss- I mean, I just came over to tell you that I'm leaving." She sighed, putting one hand over her face at the lamest performance she has ever put in front of someone.
"Do you need to leave?" Vergil asked as he stepped forward, now standing very much close to Lady, making her breathing go a bit faster than she would've liked.
"Well, I don't need to leave, but I'm kinda tired, you know?" She grinned. "Last night was kind of wild, I drank a lot and then we spend the rest of the night talking… need a bit of shut-eye."
"That is… understandable." Vergil nodded with a hint of disappointment in his icy-blue eyes, and yet he still took a step forward. "However, may I ask you to accompany me for a while?" He asked with expectation, watching her expression for a glimpse of her answer. "There is something I wish to show you."
Lady stared into his eyes and almost melted into a puddle. The way he is looking at her is so different from his distant and aloof self; there is this need, this supplicant plea in those beautiful blue pools, how could she ever say no to those eyes?
"Sure." She beamed her reply to him. "I'm not that tired yet."
Vergil smiled warmly at her response. Stepping to the side, he took Yamato in his hands and slashed a portal open behind him, knocking some of the furniture down from the wind blow rushing into the room. He then turned around and extended one hand toward Lady.
Taking his invitation, she placed her hand on his and shivered slightly when he squeezed at her tenderly.
Guided by his steps, Lady stepped into the portal and had to shield her eyes when the bright sunlight assaulted her eyes. She shifted uncomfortably at the chilly sensation grazing over her exposed lower abdomen.
She blinked a few times to adjust her gaze to the blurry haze, then her eyes were met with the breathtaking scenery of the morning sun hovering above the calm sea, waving up and down past the ledge a few paces ahead of them. Dawning on her that they are on a small island so very close to Fortuna.
The fresh scent of spring caught her attention, making Lady change her attention to the lush and beautiful garden behind her; her eyes scanned over from the shy roses to the lively lilies just lolling over with the breeze.
"Woah… this place is magical." She breathed in the sweet aroma of flowers, smiling as she glanced at Vergil at her side. "Where are we? I don't remember ever seeing this place."
Vergil stepped forward into the garden, his hand still locked with hers, guiding Lady with him into the road inside the waist-high maze of flowers. "I've ordered this place built many… many years ago. It is my home far from home." He then nodded at the large regal house a few meters away. "My secret and my haven."
His declaration took her by surprise. She watched him as Vergil kept looking towards the house with a mixture of longing and pain in his gaze. "No one knows about this place?" She asked. "Not even Dante?"
A snort escaped him. "No, Dante doesn't know. However, there is someone other than me that knows about it."
Her heart grew a little heavier for a reason strange for her. At first thought, she instantly imagined a faceless woman sharing this same moment with Vergil, the woman that ended up being Nero's mother. It was silly and childish but still made her uncomfortable to think about it, even if it happened so many years ago.
Sensing her shift in mood, Vergil took his free hand and raised her chin to make her look properly at him. "It is an old friend of mine. Someone that was old when I was just a brat. I left them as caretaker of this house."
"A friend?" She asked with a small blush.
"Yes, a friend." Vergil glanced back toward the house. "Without proper care, the property would wither and die." He took a few steps, running his fingers along the prickly stalk of the scarlet roses.
Finally letting go of her hand, Vergil crouched in front of the bed of flowers and plunked one of them from its mid-section, piercing his finger into the sharp thorns. He frowned at the thin line of blood staining the pristine green haste twig.
Lady watched as Vergil debated with himself over the rose in his hand, very much amused by his conflicted expression over the state of the flower. However, deciding to spare him his trouble, she crouched next to him and took the flower away from his hand.
When he looked at her with a blank stare, she smiled and sniffed at the dew-covered petals. "She is so lovely, what type of rose is her?"
"A bloody rose." Vergil replied with a deadpan voice, his answer making Lady stumbled back with laughter.
"Oh come on, all out the time we had together today you chose to make a joke now?" She said back with a grin, pressing the wet rose to her lips.
With a small smile of his own, Vergil shook his head. "I didn't jest. That is its name."
She quirked an eyebrow at him. "These aren't the same as those from the underworld, are they?" Glancing down at the flower, she pulled her face away very weary of the blood-colored petals.
"No, of course not." Standing up, Vergil glanced around his garden as if trailing a path in his memory. "I've named them that when I was a child. It was their color, so much brighter and stronger than a normal rose." He then chuckled softly, pressing a caressing touch on the petal of another rose. "On that night I've been reading this old book. It was a small story but tragic. The tale of a princess that died in a bed of flowers dreaming of being free… It was a foolish indulgence of my childish fantasy. Nevertheless, I liked the name and so it remained as bloody roses."
"Hm… the name's a bit spooky, but imagining a cute little Vergil fussing over them makes them very precious to me." Lady giggled at the funny look she got from him. "Thank you, for sharing your secret with me." Standing up she moved closer to him, resting her forehead on his chest. "But why did you do it?"
He sighed, but not in annoyance, instead to gather his thoughts properly. "I don't honestly know. However… I felt it would bring me hope."
"Hope?" She mirrored the word in a question.
"Yes, a vain hope that sharing my life would make it more real." Vergil lowered his face on top of her head, resting his nose on her hair. "I apologize if this makes you feel uncomfortable."
Feeling a whole lot of things that can't be farther away from uncomfortable, Lady leaned properly into him, wrapping her arms around his body. "It doesn't."
She felt him shift under her embrace, his body stiffening a little before softening again by her touch.
A low hum escaped his throat, his arms enveloping her form in a firm hug. "Mary…" He called out to her, an edge of nervousness at his tone.
"This is so unfair." She let out without much thought, her words making Vergil tense ever so slightly. "I still can't understand why I let you use that name, I should want to punch your nose in, but I don't." He chuckled and she felt the vibration of his chest against her cheeks. "Instead, when you call me that, I just want to purr like an obedient fluffy cat."
"A fluffy cat?" He shook his head as he asked.
"What?! I can be fluffy!" She cried out in outrage, slapping his shoulder playfully to drive her point.
Pressing her a bit tighter in their embrace, Vergil lowered his lips closer to her ear and spoke in a low, alluring tone. "Mary…" It sent shockwaves all over her body, this time she didn't give a damn and simply purred in reply to his delicious voice. "Do you want to look inside the house?"
Ah, such a seductively and dangerous invitation. The question came trembling down her core just as much as his voice so close to her ear. Lady knows very well that if she chooses to take his hand and 'look around his house', they will spend very little time looking at anything but themselves. Even if Vergil by an absurd lack of tact is innocent in his question, she would make him realize very quickly what his invitation means to her.
Despite all this, or perhaps, because of it, Lady felt that she has only one proper answer to give him.
Pulling back, she stared at his icy-blue eyes and smiled warmly. "I would love to."
Fair Warning: You know where this is going... if a more mature scene is not for your taste, then you can stop reading here.
While Vergil was not entirely truthful with his intention of showing his house to Mary, he still feels somewhat disappointed that he managed only to show sparely few parts of the living room and his modest library before they ended up in his room, manners forgotten together with his shirt lying on the floor.
He can't point to a moment to where they have started, it was mostly a blur, he just thought how pleasant she smells so close to him and then the taste of her lips was on his; her nails digging a trail on his chest as she removed his shirt in a whirlwind of haste.
Vergil can't recall how they managed to fall on his bed, all twisted and entangled, but it's hardly his fault with the state his head finds itself at the moment.
"M-Mary…" He breathed out, finally taking a break from their intense exchange.
Beneath him, Mary is just as much of a mess as he is. Her mouth is open as her tongue brush over her lush lips, small shining spots on her skin as the candle's light shines at the few droplets of sweat.
Glancing at her glossy eyes Vergil felt his breath forming a lump in his throat. His need for her touch overwhelmed a purer desire to simply admire her beauty.
In a sudden move, he brought their bodies together, hungrily reaching for a kiss that would make the previous one disappears from his memory. Taking life on its own, his tongue probed at her lips, asking for permission that soon came with a moan. Once more her taste was all over his mouth, her sweet scent flooding into his senses.
Vergil always took pride in his self-control, in the proper manner taught by his own determination to be better. And yet, all of this took a very distant second place next to this new craving for this woman.
"V-Vergil…" Mary broke the kiss, licking his lips as Vergil pulled back, hovering above her as his eyes devoured her body still clothed.
"Un… unbelievable." He whispered in a whim, his words taking a few giggles out of her.
"Wow, am I that good?" She smiled, running one hand in a slow caress over his face.
"This may come… as a cliché thing to say." Vergil leaned back, stealing a quick kiss out of her, one of his hands running down her body, pinching the lovely skin of her lean stomach and going back up, stopping just below her breasts. "But looking at you… your beautiful face, your sexy lean body." She giggled at this part, blowing a kiss at him. "And yet, your eyes are the most wonderful part of you for me."
"My eyes… really." Mary wore a grin that almost made him lose focus.
"I told it would sound cliché." He smiled back at her with so much ease that startled him for a split moment. "Each time I look at them, they convey so much to me. So mysterious, so warm, so full of life. Emerald…" He ran one finger on her left cheek. "Ruby…" then again but on the right one. "Such wonderful gems."
"Vergil, sweetie. I love hearing your voice, I really do. But I would rather that gorgeous mouth of yours be put to better use." Her voice sang out in giggles, her hands running all over the bare muscles of his chest.
A warm glow spread over Vergil's blue eyes. "Is that so…" He growled softly, leaning closer to brush his lips onto hers. "Maybe I should." He began trailing kisses down her cheek, then her chin, and over down her neck. "The question is… what better use could it have?" His hands traveled up taking a handful of her covered mounds, pressing them with enough passion to make her quiver.
"More like that." One of her hands grabbed a handful of his silver hair, her eyes following every single one of his actions. "Have I told you, how much I love your hair down like this?" She gave it a little pull, enough to make Vergil groan quietly as his face pressed on her chest.
Glancing upwards, a smirk appeared on Vergil's lips. He very much wanted to pull himself up and take her back into a kiss, but the lady has proposed a challenge to him with her words, and he would hate to disappoint her.
Letting go of his hold on her breasts, Vergil moved his attention down. Acting with haste and grace, he made quick work of her belt and pants, pulling them down past her knees and leaning closer to pull her panties away with his teeth.
"Are you su- Ah!" Mary's concern flew right out with a gasp as he dove into her womanhood without a shred of hesitation. His lips worked small kisses over her entrance, his tongue tracing around in a lazy route, only working up its speed when he found the quivering nub so eagerly waiting for him. "F-Fuck… that's one way to use that TONGU-Ahh!"
Resting her legs over his shoulders, Vergil dove deeper into his ministrations. His tongue worked its magic into her, paring together with a finger and then two, to make Mary start heaving, her fingers getting tighter in their hold of his hair.
"Verg-il… mhm…. A bit more, please…" She wiggled her hips, pressing her thighs against his head, pushing his face even more into her private parts, loving every bit of attention he is giving her.
Licking her up and down, Vergil placed his mouth into the little nub again, this time letting two of his fingers wreak havoc inside of her, pleasuring the huntress to a breaking point. Her head shot up, her mouth hanging upon as cries and cries of bliss escaped her.
With a violent shake, Mary came undone into Vergil's mouth. Her fingers tightened into his hair enough to hurt, but he didn't care; Vergil just continued to lick, kiss, and suck, letting her ride the wave of ecstasy on his face.
When Mary rode her last quivering wave on him, Vergil finally pulled back, licking her sweet release on his lips. "So lovely." He chuckled as she lowered her head to look at him, her eyes still glossy from it all. "Mary, Mary Ann. You taste as delicious as you look."
Taking one hand to her back, Vergil pulled her up and sought her lips once again; sharing with her the taste of her release.
Mary moaned and purred, biting his lower lip as she pulled away from their kiss. "How are you so good at this?" She eyed him with a fake frown, smiling not long after. "Is the great Vergil perfect at everything?"
A soft snort escaped him. "I am… far from perfect, Mary."
Wrapping one arm around his neck, Mary pulled herself up just to quickly drop down into his lap, one sneaky hand slithering its way into his crotch. "Maybe… but it seems you are great after all." She let out a seductive laugh as her hand gripped at his hardness over his pants.
A sound almost feral came from Vergil's lips, her fingers pressing at his member pushing him completely over the edge. Tossing Mary down onto the mattress, he began pealing her shirt away, one hand sneaking beneath her bra just to feel her soft mounds.
She moaned and giggled as Vergil began kissing her with a hunger that she has never witnessed. Allowing him to pull and push her into his embrace, Mary felt herself get undressed under his powerful touch.
Pushing her chest up, she almost melted as he ravished her breasts; kissing, licking, biting, and pulling. Vergil placed his full attention on one of her erect little nubs, made a mess of it and her, to then shifted everything into the other one, leaving her in such a state of need that she began to thrust her hips onto his.
"Take it off." She meowled as he sucked her left breast. "Take your clothes off. I want to see you; I want to feel you."
Her request was like an order to him, in a second Vergil stripped himself bare, his chest rising and falling with an intense rhythm to it. He could feel her eyes devouring every bit of him, enjoying each piece of his body; his muscles and scars. It felt exhilarating, overwhelming… good.
Resting on his knees, Vergil watched Mary in her beautiful naked form. His eyes wandered from her legs, then to her chest, and finally to her charming smile. "Tell me, Mary. What do you wish from me?" He asked softly, one hand brushing with a tender caress over her thigh.
Her smile grew, her eyes shining with a special glow. "You…" She sang in a low voice, opening her legs to give Vergil access to her. "I want you here." One of her hands moved down to her very much wet opening, teasing just as much as her sensible spot as Vergil's lust. "Take me, Vergil."
A low growl left him and with it, his restrain to not mount her. Grabbing at her waist firmly, Vergil settled between her legs, pressing the tip of his hardness into her opening. Still, despite his need, he glanced up and got the confirmation he craved from the glance she is giving him.
Slowly, so deliciously slowly, Vergil entered her, letting her tightness adjust to his girth as he pushed deeper, exploring further into her womanhood.
Her moans felt like music to him, so melodic, so delightful. Once Vergil has sheathed himself fully into her, he leaned over and brought Mary into a caring kiss. He felt her hands moving over from his chest, clinging to his neck, pulling him closer.
Slowly his thrust became faster, stronger. Little by little Mary began to match his movement, their passion reaching a soaring level of pleasure. Unable to contain her voice, Mary broke their kiss, her head shooting back, her chest pressing so tightly into his.
"F-Fuck… mhmm… more, Vergil, please more… f-faster." She cried out loudly as his hands latched at her bums, raising her as his speed increased, his effort to pleasure her making her toes curls and her fingernails scratch bright red marks all over his back.
"So good… Mary…"
"Ah… Ahh… Ver— Fwuuuckkk!"
In a duet of cries and moans, they melted in an explosive release. Both wrapped around each other, trembling heavily at the pure waves of pleasure assaulting their senses. Vergil continued to give slow and deliberate thrusts as Mary tried to push him even more into her, they kept going in this lull, until their rational minds came into awareness once again.
Instantly they sought each other's lips, hungrily kissing their passion into a more controllable state.
With a pop, Mary broke their kiss away, caressing his face with one hand. "Wow, that was… wow… maybe a little careless, but I don't mind."
Vergil smiled, still connected with her, he laid her down on the bed and began kissing her neck again.
"Have I tired you, Mary?" He asked with a cocky grin.
She laughed and pulled his face back up to hers, crashing into his mouth in a searing kiss. "How could I ever get tired of this." She wiggled her hips, driving new sensations into him. "Ready for one more dance?" She asked as she pushed him up and out of her; in a swift movement of her legs, Mary linked with his waist and twirled their bodies until she was the one riding him.
Slowly and teasingly, she began to descend on his hardening member, sucking at her lips as the sensation assaulted her nerves again. "Maybe you will be the one getting tired first." She grinned, her hip grinding back and forward.
Biting his lips, Vergil brought his hands to her waist, loving the feeling of her lean muscles under his palms. "Only one way to find out, Mary."
After this, the pair lost themselves in passion again.
They kept going with their desires until both of them came undone into the sheets, hugging together as sleep took them both. Once they woke up it will be hard to tell which one folded first, nevertheless, it is safe to say that their first intimate moment together was as close to perfect as it could be, for the both of them.
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