Chapter 2: Gratitude's Many Consequences
It didn't take Vergil too long to find Senna's modest apartment, as with almost every City he passed through, he had made a point to become familiar with the layout just in case of situations where he had to make a quick exit. He was surprised however to note that Senna's home had brought him to the very edge of the City and even managed to sit on its own in an otherwise crowded street. Given what he had seen of her so far, there seemed to be a very clear distinction between her and the rest of the City in almost every aspect of her character and he would be lying if he said it didn't intrigue him. Bored of his external observations, he made his way up the stone stairway that ran up the side of the building to the door and, just as Senna had said, found a key lodged in a small gap above. Once he had located the key, Vergil had wasted no time in unlocking the door and heading inside, throwing off his shawl and running a hand through his mussed hair, before giving himself a tour of the girl's home making a point to avoid her bedroom as she requested.
He wasn't entirely sure what to make of what he saw as he strolled around the rooms, it was a small apartment for sure, the front door opening into a lounge that connected onto a modest kitchen and a short hallway that led to what he assumed was the bedroom and bathroom. Her furniture was unremarkable and seemed to only be there out of necessity, the floors throughout were wooden and the walls completely bare of anything but cream paint. It was almost like no one lived here at all, but then there were things like the acoustic guitar sitting by the bay windows in the lounge, the two huge bookcases overflowing with ancient looking tombs against the far wall, a table in the corner covered with papers that ranged from scribbled words to curious drawings and various little trinkets sparsely scattered all around the room. It was almost as if Senna was both reluctant to settle in and desperate to all and once and it only made Vergil even more curious about her.
Having seen enough and grown bored with his snooping, the half-demon made himself comfortable on the small sofa that sat near the window of the lounge, thinking back to his odd encounter with the woman in the alley. There wasn't even a flash of disbelief in her eyes when he told her that he was the Son of Sparda, it was almost as if she had already known who he was before even asking the question. The thought of her having such an insight bothered him, over the years he had taken great pains to conceal his identity, keeping to his own company and not settling down anywhere too long or making any meaningful connections to avoid this very situation. Of course, it was possible that this Order of the Sword had managed to gain some sort of knowledge of his existence, given what Senna had said to him, they did seem to have oddly specific information on his Father, so why not him as well? It was a troubling thought and an issue he would have to address but not until he had gotten what he needed from the cult's archive on his Father.
Vergil unconsciously licked his lips thinking about Senna's form of 'payment' to enlist her services retrieving the information and, much to his annoyance, couldn't fight the way his eyes fluttered shut when he realised that he could still taste her on the tip of his tongue. Vergil was no stranger to act of sex, he'd had plenty of experience in the area and tonight wasn't exactly the first time he'd had an encounter with a girl he'd just met. Throughout his early teens, Vergil had made every effort to ignore the inconvenient need of sexual release and did have some success in resisting up until stumbled into a whore house at the age of sixteen and let his suppressed hormones get the best of him.
Truthfully his younger self had found the experience to be enlightening and discovered when he took the time to satisfy his body, he had a much easier time focusing all his attention on his search for the Force Edge. Over the following year and half, Vergil continued to make the odd passing visit to local brothels whenever he had felt the nagging need to tend to his desires and clear his mind. It was the easiet way for him to deal with such things, he didn't have time to waste on convincing women to go to bed with him when he could just pay one to do it and as he had no intention of settling down into a relationship this saved him dealing with any of the woman he slept with living with a delusion of them having a frivolous attachment.
It had been a point of pride for him that he was able to walk away without a care or want to look back after sating his body's needs, he liked the fact that the whole experience had become almost clinical to him and he could effortlessly continue on his way until the next time he needed release. Not once had he ever thought back on any encounter or had a reaction to a memory of one, so this was a new and unsettling experience for him to be dwelling on a simple kiss he hadn't even wanted in the first place.
"No. This kiss was just like any other I've had, just a transaction." He told himself in the darkness but not finding himself very convincing, if that were true then why hadn't it felt like that this time? Vergil's expression became contemplative and he sat for what felt like an age pondering the issue until something crossed his mind that gave him a strangely hollow feeling in his chest that he forced himself to ignore. Normally there was a very detached, almost cold feeling when he had been with or kissed other women, but when Senna kissed him, it was like she was hungry for him, no other woman had ever kissed him like that before and admittedly it was an intoxicating feeling.
Deciding to try an experiment to shake the strange feeling, Vergil conjured up the memory of the kiss, thinking about the feeling of the young female hunter's smaller form pressed against his and to his shock he felt a pleased growl rising in his throat. Warily, Vergil allowed his eyes to drift closed and invited the memory of Senna's mouth pressed against his to cross his mind next, this time it was a groan that escaped him as he started to lose himself thinking about the way she had kissed him hard, deep and desperate with need. Drifting further and further into the memory, he lingered on the part were her hands had trailed down his body, wondering for a moment what it would have felt like on his bare skin and again groaning lowly at the idea.
The thought of her touch on his bare skin led the memory on to the sensation of her own, soft, warm, inviting skin beneath his fingertips and how her scent had changed from something light and pure to dark and heavy with sex. The longer he dwelled on the encounter the more the memory morphed into a fantasy where he hadn't stopped kissing her, where he had just given in to his instincts and leaned back in for another kiss when she whimpered in disappointment at his withdrawal, where the entire meeting ended with him propping her up against the wall and grinding his hardness into her core until she begged for him to give her release.
The intoxicating dream took over Vergil's senses, blinding him to the way his hand had drifted towards his lower half to rub against his now painfully hard manhood for some form of release and the way his hips joined in on the fun, rising up to push against the heel of his palm the closer he got to his release. It wasn't until the sound of clicking heels on stone steps broke through the fantasy that Vergil managed to stop, a mere brush away from release much to his frustration. Shooting to his feet just as Senna barged through the door, Vergil stood tense with anger and shame, not willing to accept that he had lost control to his base needs so easily over something so insignificant and hoping for Senna to speak and give him something to focus on other than the rapid beating of his heart and the painfully tight feeling in his lower regions.
"Hey… Ah, I see you made yourself at home then." He didn't have to look around to know she had bent down to pick up the discarded shawl he'd dropped on the floor earlier, he could easily make out the sound of fabric being collected and thrown over the chair next to it pointedly but despite that, he still didn't turn around to look at her.
"Do you have what I asked for?" There was huff of annoyance behind him at the bored tone but he was not in the mood to banter with the woman right now, the tight feeling in his pants had eased off somewhat but now his body was wound tight with the need of release and convinced his reaction to Senna meant it had been too long since his last indulgence, he only wanted to be on his way to deal with it, positive he had wandered past a brothel on his travels through the City.
"Jeez, who crapped in your coffee? Yes, I have it. Here." Clearly feeling slighted by him not playing along with her, Senna petulantly sent a thick binder of documents sailing through the air to land to the right of Vergil's feet.
"It's larger that I what I was expecting. You made it sound as if there was only one document." He wasn't complaining by any means; just surprised that there was so much information documented on his Father, Vergil bent down to retrieve the fat black folder, flicking through the first few pages and was shocked at the level of detail this Order had on his Father. There were detailed accounts of his adventures long before he came to the human world, varying accounts of his time walking the earth destroying and sealing the hell gates and various other unbelievable details all the way to up his mysterious disappearance. To Vergil's understanding, no human being should have anywhere near this level of information on such things, not even his Mother knew this much, it was literally millennia's ago his Father's story began, yet these unremarkable pieces of paper told the story like it had just happened yesterday. Vergil was so engrossed in what he was reading, mind temporarily clear of his earlier dilemma and focussed on the pages before him, he almost completely forgot Senna was still in the room with him until she spoke.
"Well what can I say, I felt as though you had overpaid me earlier and I felt guilty for messing with you so I just grabbed the whole 'First Grader's Guide of Sparda' as a good will gesture. You're Welcome." Vergil swallowed, mind now rubber banding back to his fantasy and feeling a twitch in pants at the mention of his overpayment. Finally turning to look at the young woman he couldn't stop his eyes dropping to her lips, absentmindedly licking his own at the sight and internally chastising himself for feeling a touch of disappointment at the fact he could no longer taste her. The silence between them had clearly started to drag on for far too long because the slightly amused expression of the young woman's features started to change into one of genuine annoyance at his lack of gratitude.
"What, no thank you? Fine. Take what you need from the binder and leave what you don't and don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out." She tossed the comment over her shoulder with an absentminded gesture of goodbye and disappeared down the hall in the direction of her bedroom. Vergil almost balked at the guilty feeling settling in his chest for not extending his gratitude to Senna, shaking it off in favour of following her suggestion and flicking his way to the pages in the binder that detailed the main gateway to the underworld, the Temen-Ni-Gru. He tore the pages he needed free and folded them into the inside pocket of his blue trench, no longer interested in lingering in this City or near this woman any longer and marched his way out the front door, forging the retrieval of his shall.
He was halfway down the stairs outside her apartment when his instincts forced him to stop and scan his surroundings, he was being watched. Looking around carefully, Vergil's eyes came to settle on the form of a man concealed in the shadows across from Senna's apartment, it looked as though he hadn't been there long so Vergil could only deduce that he had followed the girl back home. After a moment or two of deliberation he sighed and turned to make his was back into the apartment to warn her, he owed her at least that by way of thanks.
Letting himself back into the apartment, he quietly made his way down the hallway Senna had disappeared mere moments ago and approached the half open bedroom door, pushing the door open slightly Vergil was greeted by the unexpected sight of the young blonde standing before a large floor length mirror in the process of taking off her clothes and felt every ounce of his earlier returning to him in waves. World narrowing to the feeling of desire consuming his senses and realising she hadn't yet spotted him, Vergil pushed the door open a touch further with the hilt of Yamato, giving himself a better line of sight to the mesmerising view. She was already rid of her boots and jeans leaving them strewn about the floor and her gun had been carelessly tossed onto a walnut bedside table, all that remained was her red halter and a small pair of black lacy underwear that barely covered her ass. Vergil swallowed a rising groan, enjoying the view of the generously curvy form half naked before him far too much, so much so that he failed to catch the way Senna's eyes shifted in the mirror, having spotted his blue clad form in the reflection.
"Y'know I'm absolutely sure I told you to stay out of my bedroom tonight and I'm also sure I made it clear you were to leave. Didn't take you for a deaf pervert oh great Son of Sparda." Vergil smirked at the hostile tone, refusing to take the bait and instead pushed his way completely into the room, resting Yamato against the wall by the doorway as he went and prowling his way over to Senna until he stood directly behind her.
"I'm no pervert girl. I think that honour belongs to you, after all you were the one who extorted a kiss from me tonight and are now standing half naked in front of me, if I didn't know any better I'd say you were trying to entice me." He took great pleasure in the way her reflection smirked back at him with evil intent, clearly catching on to his playful tone.
"Aww how sweet, you think I want to seduce you. Trust me Vergil, you couldn't handle me, and I don't want to be disappointed." Senna, smug expression in place slowly turned around to face him, making sure to let her ass brush against Vergil's hardening crotch.
"Now… What are you doing in my bedroom?" Vergil glared down at her, considering not telling her about the strange man stood outside as punishment for turning him on but conceded that it would be childish and that was something he would never claim to be.
"You've got a stalker. He's standing across the street." Senna's eyes widened and she marched passed him over to her window, pulling back the curtains to look outside but her startlingly serious expression soon changed to one of amused distaste.
"Ah nothing to worry about, it's only my former fiancé. A year on and the man still can't handle rejection, so he hangs around outside trying to scare off any men I bring back." Vergil felt a whisper of jealousy pass through him at the knowledge the beautiful woman was once engaged.
"Couldn't handle you?" Senna turned away from the window and slinked her way back up to him, looking up at him and fluttering her eye lashes in a failed effort to look innocent.
"No man can handle me; I'll even you'd embarrass yourself petty boy." The sickeningly sweet tone she put on only served to made the already infuriating insult piss him off all the more.
"You're far too arrogant for you own good." He growled warningly, leaning his face down towards hers until their noses almost touched, mirroring his earlier movement the alley.
"It's not arrogance, it's honesty. I'm too much for you, I mean, look at you; One kiss and I've got you sneaking into my bedroom trying to get into my pants." Senna pushed up on her toes, closing the distance between them to whisper the words against his lips making Vergil's breath hitch. Clearly thinking she'd proven her point, the blonde started pulling away with an amused huff but that soon morphed into a yelp of surprise when Vergil clapped his hands onto her hips to pull her firmly against him and bent down to whisper in her ear.
"Which I'm starting to get the feeling was your plan all along." Vergil smirked when the blonde's tense form relaxed against him in submission with a chuckle, tipping her head back to look him with a smug grin.
"No, but I'll take the credit anyway." Vergil snarled and slammed his lips against the arrogant woman's smug grin to shock her out of her overconfidence, but it was a bad idea as soon enough he was once again lost in the same feeling he had before. There was no tentative build up or gentility to the kiss, he just went straight to devouring her and growling happily when Senna immediately responded in kind, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull his lips against hers harder. Much like before, Vergil backed the girl up against the nearest wall as they fell back into the earlier dance of biting and nipping at each other's lips in between a battle of tongues. Vergil was completely losing all rational thought to his desire, failing to remember an occasion when a woman had kissed him so violently or made him feel so wanted.
Starting to find the lack of air to be an issue, Vergil pulled back from the kiss to instead latch his mouth on to Senna's neck, biting and sucking bright red marks into the pale skin as his hands wildly grabbed at her remaining clothing. He blatantly ignored her attempts to pull his hands free of the fabric and the indignant yelp she let out at the sound of something ripping, simply continuing to tear the fabric cleanly off her body so he could freely explore her soft skin without interruption.
"Hey! I liked that shirt asshole."
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Vergil was so gone and numb with pleasure that he failed to notice the way Senna fell limply back onto him, legs still folded underneath her and still joined together with him at her core but almost instinctively fund himself wrapping his arms around her regardless.
They lay there like that, sticky and spent for what seemed like hours before he came to his senses, shifting to pull himself free from her body carefully and pushing her to lie next to his sated body, Senna didn't protest, just laughed breathlessly and stretched out on her back against the cool sheets. For a split-second Vergil felt a smile tug at the corner of his lips at the sight of her, laying next to him utterly ruined, blonde hair fanned out around her like a messy halo and grinning like an idiot, but it didn't last. They were done now, he had gotten what he wanted and more and had no further reason to linger around the woman, with that in mind Vergil stood and began retrieving his varying bits and pieces of clothing that were scattered about the floor.
"You don't have to run off just yet y'know." It was a casual statement breaking through the silence just as Vergil picked up his pants and he sighed, anticipating a comment such as this and admonishing himself for not being able to control himself long enough to head by a whore house on his way out of town, at least there he could have just left without this nonsense.
"I have more important things to tend to." He had his back to her, too busy trying to locate his belt and trying not to be interested in her reaction to his cold statement. The silence stretched on for an almost uncomfortable time until a loud rustling sound broke the tension behind him, startled by the noise he turned around to be greeted by the sight of Senna arching her back in a stretch and staring at the ceiling with a groan, absentmindedly trailing her fingers over her stomach as she settled back against the sheets below her, his breath hitched at the sight she presented.
"Suit yourself, and here I was thinking we could start round two in another twenty minutes but oh well." Of all the things Vergil had expected to come out of her mouth, that hadn't been one. He had expected indignation, upset, anger even, not a casual invite for another session of mind-blowing sex, something he'd never had asked of him before. Finally turning to look at him, Senna gave him a lazy smile, fingers still toying with the soft skin of her abdomen and slowly inching lower towards her leaking core.
"I don't do encores." The words were out his mouth before he had a chance to catch them, he almost growled at himself for saying it before he realised that had been the correct answer, of course he didn't want to stay for more, why would he? He was already completely satisfied and in no way still feeling the need to climb back on top of the blonde and fuck that sexy smile off her face. He was only half hard right now because she was still lying there naked and of course he was having a reaction, any man would, especially when she dipped her fingers in between her legs and drew them up to her mouth glistening with a trail of his cum to lick clean.
"Pity, I guess I was right after all, you can't handle me. Well in that case, thanks for the fun and good luck with your 'Important Things'." Vergil was only half listening; his full attention was being drawn to the way Senna curled her tongue around her dainty digits until each one was clean of his seed. He couldn't believe how much he was enjoying the show and was almost disappointed when she finally licked up the last collected drop but much to his pleasure, had her hand immediately started making its way back down for another helping. Vergil, now once again completely hard and fuelled by lust, barely registered his move to intercept the motion until he had Senna's wrist firmly in his grasp.
"Fine. I can't handle you huh? Well then, let's just see how much you can take." As he clambered his way back on top of the smirking blonde to kick off round two with a kiss he told to himself that this repeat performance would be a one off just to shut the arrogant woman up but then he also told himself that at the next round, and the one after that, and the one after that. He repeated the promise in his mind like a mantra repeatedly all the way up until they'd fucked for so long, they couldn't physically keep going anymore and passed out, curled around each other. The next day when Vergil was collecting his clothes and practically running out Senna's door before she awoke, he told himself that he'd kept his word, proved his point and purged his desire from his system but halfway towards Fortuna castle, he caught himself looking back in the direction of the City and realised there was a small possibility he may just be wrong before he continuing on his way.