VI
One Truce Formed, Another Broken
Dante rolled off of Bonnie, his chest heaving as he stared up at the ceiling.
For some reason some of their best sex was when either of them was in a demonic energy indued high. That didn't mean he didn't love when they made love or just had really rushed sex when the time was right. He just liked how they could get into a routine of rounds and rounds of sex. Kat often took the twins out when they got this way. The last time this happened, it had been months before Vergil's surprise visit. Dante had just come home from another fruitless quest, his clothes, hair and hands bloodied. The moment he laid eyes on Bonnie, he ordered Kat to that the kids. She had taken them out of town for the weekend just to be safe.
His thoughts were pushed away when Bonnie climbed onto of him, her eyes still the color of blood. The wicked grin on her face only added to her sex-kitten look; tousled hair, neck and lips bruised from passion filled kisses and biting and her mark blazing with life.
"Tired already?" she teased him, grinding her hips. Her husband let out a moan as her pussy grazed against his cock.
"Not even close," he said and met her gaze. She was teasing him as she continued to grind against him. His hands found her hips, gripping them hard enough to form more bruises. The ones from their first round of sex were fading and knowing his doll face, she wanted his mark on every inch of her body. The mark she proudly sported never failed, but sex bruises were something Bonnie wore with a grin. Mostly because she knew it meant Dante would want another go at her.
Their sex life was very much alive; granted they couldn't jump each others bones like they used to since their had obligations but the chances they got always resulted in them wanting more.
"Well Mr. Demon Killer if you're not tired, would you mind helping me out? I've got an itch that still needs scratching."
Dante laughed, wrapped an arm around her waist and sat up; grinning into her neck at the whine of pleasure Bonnie gave as his cock alined with her entrance. Their appetites were always matched when it came to wanting to couple together. He peppered her neck and jaw with kisses, taking the skin of her collarbone between his teeth. The heat of her pussy was only driving him more insane with want but he wouldn't give in yet.
Bonnie would cave for him; like she always did. But now right now. No, right now he wanted to turn her into a begging, orgasm craved mess. His dick would get what it wanted later.
"Let me help you with that scratch, sweetheart." He said, kissing down to her breasts and taking one of her nipples into his mouth. She sighed, arching her back for him to do more. Her husband loved her breasts more than her children had during their nursing stage. She giggled when he teased a nipple, gnawing at it before suckling.
"You're worse than Evan was," she mused, playing with his hair. He removed her nipple momentarily and bite into her aureola. "Dante!"
She couldn't possibly be mad when she sounded that turned on by it. But he knew his little witch. She could be deep in pleasure and still the gears in her head could be turning about how she would make him pay. Sadly he knew it wouldn't be with Expression.
He got a massive kick out her using her magic on him in bed. He cursed Silas to the ninth circle of Hell.
"I'm not worse than Evan," he countered and then dipped his fingers into her heat. She mewled like a kitten, working her hips to get some friction as he lazily rubbed against her sweet spot. "Come on doll. You're normally riding my fingers without a care in the world. Why so slow now? Don't tell me you're tired?"
When she met his eyes he saw the crimson was fading from them. Her high was coming down and he smirked. Now the fun could begin. He moved, flipping them over so Bonnie was on her back, her legs up and over his shoulders and his fingers continuing their lazy ministrations.
"Dante, I swear to god if you don't fuck me I'm going to kill you."
"Threats this late in the game, Bennett? You know how much I love it when you do that." Dante grinned and then licked from her clit down, all while keeping her gaze. He took her clit in his mouth, biting and sucking at it. She shivered as he picked up his tempo with his fingers.
"Oh spirits," she whined, grabbing a fistful of his hair. Her hips lifting and she started grinning against his mouth. "More please."
The more his fingers, teeth, tongue and lips worked her, the closer she was to an orgasm. She was right at the peak of pleasure when he stopped suddenly. Bonnie screamed, grabbing at the sheets in frustration. "Dante."
He was looming over her when she opened her eyes, his eyes no longer grey-blue but crimson. He positioned himself at her entrance, his lips against her ear. His teeth caught her earlobe and he bit before he growled - not whispered or spoke with teasing words but growled - into her ear.
"I'm going to fuck you, doll face. No, I'm not going to fuck you, I'm going to take you over and over again until I've had my fill. And do you know when that will be, little Bennett?"
She shivered. "When I can't walk straight?"
He chuckled into her ear. "Cute," he cooed and filled her with the tip of his cock. She gasped and wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck. She gasped when his lifted her up in his arms, letting her sink down onto his lap and his cock. He bite and licked along her neck before taking a handful of her hair. "I'm going to fuck you so hard your neighbors know what I'm doing to you; so hard your pathetic little ex-boyfriend sees how he failed at pleasing you. I'm going to leave my mark on you in every way. My hand-prints on your ass and your hips, my teeth on your neck. My name falling from your lips," he paused and leaned in so close, his lips a breath from hers. "My child in your womb."
Whatever response she had he swallowed with her moans as he kissed her, as he rocked his hips to create a friction between them and send her over the edge of pleasure.
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Caroline was pretty sure she was red in the face.
Had she heard that right?
She was pretty damn sure she heard that right. She was pretty damn sure she had just heard Bonnie's husband state he was going to make sure Jeremy never tried to take her away from him. The blonde already knew that was impossible. Bonnie was very much in love with Dante and Dante was very much in love with Bonnie.
But hot fucking damn did that declaration make her want to be on the receiving end. And judging by the moans and other happy sex noises Bonnie was making inside the house, she knew the witch was just as hot and bothered.
Maybe more.
She around and headed down the stairs. She was going to wait in her car until she was sure they were done. Also to regain whatever morality she had left after hearing her best friend have sex with her spouse.
She waited forty minutes. Forty minutes and then she got out the car and walked back up the stairs. The house was quiet but if she listened she could heard the hushed voices of the couple in their post sex cuddle-bubble.
Caroline knocked on the door and the voices stopped.
A few moments later, Bonnie opened the door. She smiled warmly at her best friend. "Caroline," she greeted. "Come in."
Caroline stepped inside and smiled weakly to Dante, who was coming down the stairs. The blonde's eyes widened as he turned to go into the kitchen. Were those scratch marks? Was that blood?
She peered over at Bonnie, seeing the smaller girl playing with her nails. She could smell dried blood caked into her nail beds. "Do you want any coffee?" Bonnie asked.
"Coffee please? Two sugars and whatever creamer you have." Caroline smiled.
Bonnie turned towards the kitchen. "Dante!"
"I heard, doll!" called back Dante.
"We'll be in the study!" Bonnie said and lead Caroline through the house to the study. Once inside Bonnie turned towards her friend. "So, what brings you over? Aside from voyeurism of course. I never took you for the type, Care."
Caroline colored in the face. "You knew?"
"I may have been in the midst of having amazing sex, but Care I take precautions of keeping family safe. So yes, I knew you heard. I also knew you were there the night Jeremy came to visit." Bonnie answered with a teasing smile. "I'm not mad at you just so you know."
That still didn't help that she was red in the face. "Um...I came to catch up."
Bonnie smiled. "Okay."
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"What the fuck is this!?"
"Evan," said his parents. The eight year old was not happy about the fact his mother's entire past was standing in their living room. He hadn't expected them back any time soon. He groaned and went to share a look with Vera but she was too busy blushing at the sight of his mom's former teacher. Gross, why in the heck would she go for a guy that old?
"Seriously," he grumbled at her before looked at his parents. "Why are they all here?"
"We're calling a temporatly truce," Dante explained. "We're not helping them unless Silas comes for your mom or either of you. But we're not gonna walk around and treat them like the enemy. They're not because we're all fighting a common enemy."
Kat smiled. "Seems like a good plan."
"I don't like this plan," Vergil sighed.
Kat shot him a glare. "If you don't like it, you have two options: run away like you did or you can wipe the memories of this away. You're good at that."
Vergil winced. "Kat."
"Save it." her retort was just as cutting her jab. "The weak human doesn't want to hear what the great King of Hell has to say."
Bonnie and Dante shared a look. Bonnie knew Kat was only acting out because of her feelings and Dante knew his brother was reacting because it was true. Turning her gaze on her brother in law, Bonnie spoke. "If you're against Vergil, I'm sorry but neither of us are going back on it. Our children are a possible target and I for one plan on fighting to protect them."
"Well Witchy if you had decided to have normal babies, this wouldn't have happened." Damon sneered.
"Even if we weren't nephilim, we'd be targets." Vera said. "Bennetts are powerful and we are the last of their line. We would have be sought out and killed or exploited until our untimely deaths."
"Grim explanation for a eight year old." said Stefan.
"Vera's like an old soul," Dante smiled at his daughter.
"She's like our mother." Vergil said, stating what his brother would not. Vera resembled both her mother and paternal grandmother. The dark red hair, the crook of her mother's smile and slant jaw. The blue-grey eyes Eva possessed and her heart. His niece was an angel walking amongst humans and demons, from what he saw. Dante would rebuke those claims. His daughter was her own person.
Dante was about to answer when Vera glared at her uncle, the blue of her eyes turning black. Magic crackled in her veins but she refrained from using it. "Do not speak of me like I'm not here; either of you. I am who I wish to be. Speak ill of me, lay harm to my family and dearly loved ones or use me as replacement for the mother you abandoned in Hell and I will forgo my mother's word and my father's love for you. I will do as my father should have done all those years ago and I will kill you."
The black of her eyes turned a crimson hue and Vergil felt her Devil Trigger. "Understood."
The eight year old turned towards her guests. Her eyes stayed on Damon as she spoke. "My threat extends to all of you. And my brother will gladly assist me in doing so, won't you Evan?"
Evan's smile was wicked. "I'd be delighted."
Bonnie steeled herself as she spoke, "Enough, the both of you."
The Scooby Doo gang watched as the two seemed to morph into children once more instead of the vicious demons they were moments before. Vera pouted at her mother while Evan stomped his foot. "Mom, you're ruining our thing!" he whined at her.
Bonnie arched an eyebrow. Evan bit his lip and turned towards the others and stuck his tongue out. Bonnie looked at her daughter.
"Apologize to your uncle, young lady." she said.
"But Mama," she said, quivering her lower lip.
"Vera Shelia Bennett-Sparda," Bonnie said. "Now."
Vera sighed and turned to Vergil. "I offer my apologizes Uncle Vergil."
Vergil nodded. "Apology accepted."
He would make sure not to spurn her again. Dante snickered at the fear in his brother's voice.
"So do we have a deal?" Dante asked looking at them.
Elena, Caroline and Matt looked at each other and then smiled at Bonnie. "We have a deal."
"Wait a minute, what about us!?" Damon snapped.
"Damon, none of our words will mean a thing," Alaric said with a smile.
Vera blushed. "Mr. Saltzman's word might mean something."
Evan made his disgust evident by gagging. "Gross."
Bonnie shook her head. "We'll discuss the details later," she said to her friends. She turned her gaze on her brother in law. "Vergil, what did Vera mean?"
He paled. "What?"
Damon arched an eyebrow. This would be interesting to say the least.
"What did Vera mean when she said you abandoned our mother in Hell?" Dante asked stepping towards his brother. "She's been alive, all this time, and you kept that from me?"
Bonnie's hand slipped into Dante's as he continued his assault. "What about our father? Is he alive as well or is my search fruitless?"
Vergil sighed. "Mother is alive," he answered. "She's in Hell and so is Father. I know where she is, but Father I haven't been able to find."
Bonnie didn't have a chance to stop Dante before he surged. Rebellion was unsheathed and piercing through Vergil's chest before she could scream.