"What happened here, stays here," I said, wrapping a towel around me and turning around to see him buttoning up his black vest; sealing the tight muscles and fine planes of skin away from sight.
"Whatever," He mumbled, doing up the last button. His clothes were all wet. I suppose I should have laid them out to dry a bit during our ... moment of instinctual sexual desires. Yeah, that made sense. Vergil would never admit it as anything more than that. Quite frankly I was afraid to call it anything else. It was obvious there was more to it but still. To hound him immediatly afterward over it would be absolutely stupid. If I wanted it to happen again, I would have to wave it off as a simple male and female need of sexual contact.
Yet, still I found myself ...
"Would you like me to dry those?" I offered, reaching for the convienately sexy, light blue, silk robe to wrap around me after I had dried enough. I got the satisfaction of his eyes widening for a mere second at seeing me in the fine fabric.
It did excensuate on all the right places. I giggled mentally.
"It's fine," He had that detached expression in his eyes again, "Besides, what would I where for the time being?"
"Arkham will be curious," I stated.
"Arkham does not need to concern himself with my personal matters," He went for the coat. The wet fabric looked ten times heavier. I had liked it much better when I had my legs wrapped around him in the water and was tearing the heavy thing from him. Ah, but that wouldn't happen for a long time, if not ever.
"I agree. That's why I don't like the fact that he is making his way down the hall right now, and Alice is waiting for you," I sensed that sinister aura of his. The aura of a weak demon but nevertheless, still dark and twisted. Alice, the shallow, and better described as weak aura that emitted no sign of intelligance or value by my standpoint, was waiting outside Vergil's room. I caught the image of her, waiting impatiently. I was definately better at sensing auras than Vergil was, and he was the one who taught me. I could even catch glimpses of the person themselves if I wanted to. Mostly though it just occured naturally. I was intune to Vergil, and the others, so it was easier.
"Honestly," He exhaled, "does she not have anything better to do than bother me?"
"Oh how difficult it must be, having a girl who is infatuated with you," I replied with sarcasm.
"It's one thing when it's a woman like you, but a completely different thing when she's nothing but an annoying little brat who has served no purpose so far,"
"I'm not infatuated with you," I lied, "and perhaps you are a demon, but still, is it such a crime to show her at least a little attention? It doesn't have to be intimate at all. Hell, you could spit on her and she'd be happy," I said grudgingly. I really didn't like Alice. It wasn't that I was jealous, I mean seriously. I just had sex with Vergil, so it wasn't like she had something I didn't. She just got on my nerves. Why was I standing up for her now?
"Is that some form of pity you feel for her?" He grabbed Yamato and closed the distance between us until he stood inches from me. I glared at him. This was one of our normal intimidation contests we always seemed to have. I couldn't break or he would see it as weakness. So far it had always ended at a draw but he seemed persistant. I could never intimidate him, but if he didn't intimidate me it was just as good as winning.
"I don't know, is that some form of desire that you are feeling right now?" I smiled oh- so- cheekily. His aura had a rising sense of desire emanating from it. He only knew how to identify somebody's aura, whereas I could fully read it. That also helped when it came to reading him, though he usually kept that in check around me.
"You need to quit reading my aura," He said.
"You need to quit lying. It's not attractive," I smirked.
"It seems to work," He leaned in and grabbed my lips, bruising them against his.
"Arkham," I snarled and pulled myself from him not a second before I heard the door begin to open.
"What timing," Vergil growled at seeing Arkham enter. Thankfully we weren't standing inappropiately close. There shouldn't have been anything suspicious. Except Vergil's drenched clothes, "Arkham," Vergil addressed him in a way that also said "what the hell do you want"
"I have located the second seal," Arkham said in that slithery voice, "I've sent Alice to retrieve the amulet,"
"Amulet?" I turned to Vergil who eyed me carefully. Did Arkham mean Dante's half of the amulet? Vergil intended to take his brother's amulet? That was enough to send a flare of anger through me. Vergil could sense that too.
"Dante's half of the amulet our mother gave us," He confirmed. I sent a glare that would have been enough to kill had it had any power behind it.
"Oh," I said curtly. I looked at Arkham and back at Vergil, "Well, in any case I will be excusing myself," I gave a sidelong glare at Vergil before turning to leave, grabbing my things as I left. I shut the door behind me lightly and made the long way back to my room.
It was a few hours before Vergil made his appearance. He was dry and crisp clean. It almost made me want to gag knowing the dirty deeds he was executing and all the while he appeared clean of any of it. I was laying on my couch with the oil lamp burning on the stand. It was dark and the moon offered some comfort, illuminating my room in silver, white, and a hint of blue.
"I'm sensing a cold, foul, selfish aura entering my room," I said with acid.
"Is that supposed to be an insult?" His voice was cold but I could hear amusement.
"You seem to be offended so I suppose it is," I layed there, the back of my head to him. He couldn't see me but by focusing on his aura, I could see him. He stood right inside my doorway, coatless, bootless so that his jeans were all the way down to his feet, and the vest was unbuttoned halfway down. Normal circumstances I would say he was every girl's fantasy come true. Right now though, I was a little too angry to care.
"You're angry," Oh, let's have a state the obvious contest shall we? I thought to myself.
"What gave you that impression?" I snarled.
"I saw that look you gave me," He said, "Hard not to notice,"
"Well, you already know I'm not all that thrilled about your plan in the first place, but you failed to mention you needed Dante's half of your mother's amulet," I snapped.
"I didn't know I had to reveal every detail of this to you,"
"Well, considering it's Dante's only remaining memoir of your mother, I think it's wrong,"
"You're dedication to my mother and us is borderline foolish,"
"You've never complained," I hesitated, "then again how would one know given that you have no emotions,"
"Dante's half is needed to use the power of sparda itself." Vergil made it sound like I was an idiot for not knowing.
"Why should you get all the power and not him? Sparda knew that, that's why he split the amulet. That way neither of you could have the full power. He never wanted the door to the demon world to be opened. Here you are gallavanting around trying to free the seals and throw this world to the wolves just so that you can have your father's power. What the hell do you intend on doing with all that power, huh? Just sit around with it? Honestly, what do you do with all that? Just have it to have it? If that's the case then you're nothing but a selfish demon. You're no different from the demons who killed your mother-" He had me pinned on the floor before I even realized he'd moved.
"Don't you ever compare me to them!" He hissed angrily.
"Why not, you're acting like one right now." I nearly whispered and glanced at the dagger I held at his throat. He noticed it for the first time and gave a grudging smile.
"Seems you learned a little from me," He growled.
"Try anything, I'll show what else I've learned," I growled equally.
"I'd like to see you try," He was serious. Those frosty eyes held no sign of a bluff.
"Give me a reason and I will," Honestly, I knew I couldn't. I couldn't kill him... unless he aimed to kill me. Even then it would be hard to do. Not just because of our experience earlier, but I couldn't because I did care about him. I couldn't break my promise to Eva. Even though Dante though Vergil dead, I couldn't help the feeling that I would be betraying Dante if I killed him.
In the end, I just couldn't kill him. Whether it was my betrayal to Eva and Dante or not. I couldn't do it.
"You need more reason than the threat of opening the demon world?" I almost lost focus the moment his breath stabbed me like a thousand needles and my body heated over, but I didn't flinch and kept my stare.
"You know why I don't kill you," I spat with my anger.
He held back a light laugh and bent his face lower to mine, the dagger pressing harder to the soft skin at his throat. His cold hands had a rush of heat course through them and it nearly burned my skin my wrists where sweat began to moisten his grip. He never took his eyes from mine as he descended down on me and breathed huskily into my mouth before making contact.
Damn him for having such perfect lips. Damn him for doing this to me. Damn him for-
Oh fuck it, I didn't care. I dropped the blade from my hand, slicing him a little and making a dull clang on the floor as it hit. The smell of blood instantly hit my senses and I pulled him hard against me, releasing a growl somewhere deep in his throat. He slowly slid his hand up under the soft linen of my once again, conveniently, flimsy nightgown and ran it up along my legs until he was holding my thigh. I began to tear his vest from him, all the while trying not to be distracted by his kisses. Those fine planes of pure muscle were exposed to be explored by every part of my being. Next was his pants and I tore those free as well. Oddly enough he didn't rip my gown from me immediately but instead tore away my panties and entered me there.
I gasped at the surprise moaned when he thrusted slowly and every time gave more force behind it. Dear lord it was better than the first time. I wrapped my legs around him and bit his lower lip before flipping us so that I hovered over him, tasting every inch of his chorded body before taking in his pleasure below. That position didn't last long before he flipped me over to my side caressed my cheek the whole time he pleasured me. He buried his face in my neck and hair, kissing patterns. He began to finally undress me, but he did it slowly as if savoring it. First my shoulders then he had to separate from me to disband the rest.
"Vergil," I sighed when he thrust again. He bit my ear and I moaned.
"Are you still angry," He said huskily.
"Yes," I gasped.
"Good," He snarled and entered harder than before. I could feel his muscles contracting with every movement. His aura was somehow becoming calm, easy, and passionate. Mine on the other hand had to be rushing and screaming and licking at his like flames. How was he being cleansed? Was he really feeling these things now? His normally black and purple aura of hatred and darkness was being white and silvery like the moonlight that draped over our bodies. Now that I looked for real, he was glowing. Not in a literal sense of glowing but he was illuminated by his aura and the moon. Vergil at his most beautiful if you asked me.
"Cold," I strained as he shook me with a burst of ecstasy. He was cold like he always was, but he was cool in a peaceful sort of way.
"You're burning,"He hesitated a moment but shook it off. He was right, I was burning. I looked at my hand and saw my own aura. It was pulsing a red color with licks of orange and purple. I was getting excited. He was driving me to the edge, there for my aura was being compressed and needed to released. I needed to let go completely and let it flow.
I noticed that his white aura was beginning to overcome my own. I needed to open up to him. Let him into me. Let him take away my worries and tame them. He wanted to too.
So I let him. I was instilled with the same silvery light that had engulfed him and our experience was taken to an even more unimaginable level. My soul itself was beginning to rise and I could have swore part of it shot out of me to the moon and back. This was so much better than at the pool. This felt more unexpected. More spontaneous and daring. To go from threatening each other to making love was an unexpected twist.
"Sarla," A snarl ripped from his throat and he kissed me lightly but passionately on the lips.
I let him love me. I let him share his newfound peaceful aura with me and pass it to me. I let him take all my worries and troubles away.