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"Vergil!" I yelled, hoping to but not quite expecting to, gain some form of response from the dead beat creature that lay in bed.
"No," He growled, not even so much as opening his eyes.
"You said we'd do it today!"
"That was before you drained me of blood and then cried yesterday. Then at night you woke up with some insatiable beast of a desire. You, monster,"
"Yeah, and they weren't exactly quickies either. Oh well, you said you wanted to make up for lost time while I was prego, and so I'm just delivering what you ordered," I swept my hands over my body when his eyes opened.
"We may be half demon and have more endurance, but it doesn't change the fact that we get tired. It's six in the fucking morning, Sarla. We have the whole day to do it," I almost wanted to laugh. Rarely did he cuss. Only when he was grumpy, like now, which made it all the more funny.
"But I need a sword now!" I mock whined.
"Come back later when I'm capable of at least raising my head," He groaned, "I don't know where your energy comes from sometimes. Usually I'm the one having to wake you up,"
"If you don't get out of bed, no more sex,"
"Good!" He said as enthusiastically as could be expected, muffled by the pillows his face was buried in. I hadn't thought that my appetite was that bad. He was tired he should have said so.
"No, no. Please, don't say something you'll regret," I said, quite honestly, while patting him on his bare back. That "beast of a desire" rose momentarily and prompted me to kiss up the arch of his back and over his shoulder blades. I stopped when I reached his ear and bit it playfully.
"Don't even think about it," He warned, leaving me to just lay over him and entangle my fingers with his. I almost thought I saw the faintest hint of smile pulling at the only visible corner of his lips.
"Fine fine, but would you please make some effort here?"
"Muramasa isn't going anywhere anytime soon. You'll get your sword. Just let me sleep a bit more, you pervert,"
"P-pervert? Who's the one jealous of a newborn because he has to breastfeed?"
"Whatever," He mumbled, obviously trying to hide his inner fluster.
"Come on, I need a sword,"
"I'd have one for you right now if it didn't need to be repolished after excessive use," So he said (Just who was the pervert?), but it wasn't my entire fault he was exhausted. I'd finished after the eleventh time. The twelfth time on was completely on him.
"And you call me a pervert. Honestly. Fine, but if I'm to kill Asmodious and protect myself, I need to invest in a weapon that answers to me and fits my hand well. My own weapon,"
"And you'll get it. Just let me sleep a bit more. Why don't you and Nero go shopping. Get some clothes. I'll get in the shower and we'll summon Muramasa when you return," Man, did he spoil me!
I bit his ear again, and to catch me off guard he suddenly spun around and pinned me beneath him before I could so much as sputter in my confusion. God, he was breathtaking. Just looking at him I didn't want to do anything the rest of the day and instead stay in bed with him. Not even have sex, I would have been just fine laying with him. Being held by him.
Or pinned down like I'd been overpowered by some sexy, carnal man with a tendency of possessive fits. Fuck, yes please. I loved being held down and feeling helpless… with him. And only him. And only in bed. So fucking arousing it made my head spin, especially when he teased me with those devilishly sculpted lips. His breath mingling with mine. Pressing against me and then away from me, mocking hesitation just to get me going.
Damn, he was cruel.
"You're right, I don't want to say something I'll regret. You look absolutely delicious when you're hot and bothered,"
"If you don't do me now, I'm going to rape you," I moaned, arching up to meet him, or at least try to, given my limited movement. To close the distance I coiled my legs around his lean hips and pulled him closer to grab his lips with my own. A kiss so hot I wanted to faint. He really was the best kisser. I'd go in full and in control and then he'd rip it out from under me and end up serving me.
"A little impatient, aren't we?" He breathed around kisses.
"Not impatient, hungry!"
"And so the beast appears," I hadn't even noticed his success in removing my just recently put on pants. Thank fuck, I hadn't put my boots on. I wouldn't be able to wait that long! Would this craving, animalistic lust ever be sated? The man drove me to the edge of madness in bed, and still it wasn't enough. My lust for him would never be satisfied, I feared. And on the off kilter moments that I wasn't in the mood to lick chocolate off him, I couldn't help but want his presence. His silence, and his humor, though cold it was. The sarcasm. The secret, childlike reactions, and the hidden concern that he felt was a weakness was even cute to me. He was adorable in the strangest ways. From the grumpy glares he gave to hide his embarrassments to the seemingly insurmountable wells of knowledge that dwelled in his mind. He didn't appear emotional but damnit he was eaten alive daily by them.
And he was quite possibly the most ardent and attentive lover I could have ever imagined to boot.
I cupped him in my hand and he shuddered momentarily before all but ripping my shirt from me and cupping in return, my right breast and leaning in to take my nipple in his mouth. Oh, Gods spare me, it felt wonderful. I whimpered when two fingers slid inside and found the rhythm that never failed. His mouth moved up my neck to bite my ear the way I always did to him. My ears. My weak spot. He then forced me to look in his direction with his hand cupping my jaw, and kissed me again, forceful and gentle all in the same. One way I'd always known he loved me was the way he kissed. No one kissed the way he kissed. No one kissed anyone they didn't love the way he kissed me. I didn't need to read his aura to know he loved me.
"I love you,"
At first, I thought it a hallucination, a trick of my overly reaching imagination, but then…
"I love you," He whispered against the hollow of my throat. I tried not to react, afraid that if I did, he'd stop. He'd shy away from me in denial, or get angry, but I knew better. I knew that my reaction would come either way. I froze, and sure enough he stopped, "What?" He asked breathy and approaching on wide-eyed surprise probably equivalent to my own. I saw my own reflection in his denim eyes. Was that how he saw me? Was the woman in the reflection the one he was saying it to? I had resigned myself to the fact that the possibility of hearing those words was slim to none, ever. Just knowing it for myself was how I'd convinced myself it was okay if he didn't say it, but hearing him say it for real… it did things.
"I love you!" I flung my arms around him throwing my body at him to topple him and sit over him, taking him in me; riding. So deep, so good. Who knew that just those words would put me on cloud 9 and make it all that much better? His hands came to rest on my hips grinding me deeper. He came to sit up, positioning me with him to wrap my legs around him, facing his beautiful… trembling lips, and claimed them never breaking the rapturing rhythm. My nipples rubbing deliciously against his hard chest, I clenched my fingers in his white, silky tendrils, three parts desire, and one part the need for something to hold, to brace myself against the passion, the rocking orgasm. His tongue and breath teasing my neck and nipples alternately. God, he knew my neck's sensitivity was dangerous. I could hardly stand it.
"I love you, Vergil," A gasp followed by a throaty groan, "Hopelessly,"
I thought I heard a "ditto" under ragged, climaxing breaths.
….
"Please remember, Muramasa is a noble class demon of the forge. Very stubborn, and very powerful, and he's every bit as skilled with a blade as I am. As annoying as the bastard can be, he's the only one I trust to touch Yamato, and the only one I feel can forge a weapon suitable for someone as you," Vergil, stone face well in place, motioned to Arkham to step out of the summoning pentagram. He took me by the hand and led me into the circle with him, flicking his wrist in a movement I barely followed he had unsheathed Yamato and was forcing my hand open, "If you want his services, you have to shed your own blood,"
"Gotcha," I clicked my tongue.
He watched me warily, "What the hell am I doing?" He rubbed the left side of his face with second thoughts.
"Spoiling me," I answered naturally. With that he scoffed with a smile.
"First with sex, then a child, now a sword," He exhaled, "Alright, keep your hand open," Then he slid Yamato's slick, silver blade over my palm. So sharp I didn't even feel it as it slit open a passage for the crimson, sweet scented blood to seep through. I clenched it into a fist, milking the blood to the surface and letting it drip into the center of the five pointed star mixed with demon language. The language I'd quickly managed to learn since following Vergil.
The white-chalked symbols instantly flared a brilliant red in matching tone to my blood. The center of the pentagram disappeared into a blinding white hole of light that grew by the second. Vergil pulled me with him back out of the summoning circle, his hand still clapped over mine protectively. Not as if I would need it. Through the light I could see a silhouette begin to rise from the ground with powerful presence. I could see the shape of quite sizeable horns –three of them- set atop the demon's head and curved similarly to a katana upward toward the back of his head. Through the light and pitch black of his shape I could see clearly the glare of two crimson eyes. His devilish form looked massive with muscles and bulk, and when the pillar of white-gold light closed from the ceiling to the floor, I realized he was more than just muscular.
Bat like wings furled against his ripped, toned back. His skin the color of deep red wine was decorated with charcoal gray markings. His ears were pointed to a long tip where his skin changed to a bright shade of aqua blue. Like he'd dipped the tips in paint. His face reminded me of a gargoyle. In fact, his whole body did, but then he stood on two legs and rose as upright as any human and his wings stretched nearly the span of the room. I was beginning to think we should have used the basement to summon his massive self. At least the basement spanned the whole length of the mansion. From a pool to the training grounds on the opposite side.
"Which of you mongrels summoned me? What sort of trick is this?" He grumbled, bellowed was probably more accurate. When he came to stand in front of us, I realized what he really reminded me of. The Belrog from Lord of the Rings. That massive beast that apparently "shall not pass", except his horns were different, and Muramasa wasn't nearly as large. He stood probably three feet above Vergil, which lead me to believe the demon was roughly eight to nine feet tall and strong. I glanced behind him to see a long thick tail sliding from side to side in what I thought was an irritated motion. The end of it armed with a black, trident-like barb. On his right side I saw a massive sword strapped to him.
"I am the one who summoned you, and this is no trick," I answered him with an equal amount of irritation tainting my words. Assuming that my summoning was trick was insult in itself. I wouldn't have it.
His crimson eyes left Vergil's and met with mine, "You? You're a halfbreed. I can tell by looking at you. You're not even fully awakened,"Though he said it so harshly, I felt something different from those eyes. Something... familiar.
"I can wake you up if you'd like. I may be a halfbreed, but with that keen pureblood nose of yours, you should be able to sniff out which parent is the demon," I snapped, and Vergil's head whipped to look at me. I didn't have to look to see his angry expression. After he'd warned me of Muramasa, here I was picking a fight with him.
"I doubt you could so much as lay a scratch on me, so I suggest you carefully think your words over before spitting them out of that insolent mouth of yours," Muramasa snarled, and I thought I heard him mutter somthing, but I couldn't decipher his words. I all too clearly caught a glimpse of his saber, white teeth, and whole lot stench to hit me in the face like a brick wall. Talk about dragon breath.
"Fine, then I will state myself now," I fired back, "I am Sarla Katarina Indomniel, daughter to High Priestess, Maryse Georgina Indomniel. My father is the almighty Mundus, the Demon King,"
He was silent, his red eyes sizing me up, "You are Lady Maryse's daughter?"
"You knew my mother?"
"I've met her before, yes. She was a friend of the Lady Eva," He answered.
"You knew Eva?"
"I knew Sparda, and he spoke highly of your mother. I met her once before you were born. When Sparda was till courting Lady Eva. She was an impressionable woman,"
"She was," I murmured more to myself, but he overhead.
"Was?"
"She is dead, now. Killed by Mundus' demons," I spat.
"That is a shame. She had immense spiritual power. It is probably why your father seduced her," He really sounded sincere, which caught me off guard. He was a demon, feelings like grief and sincerity were practically unheard of.
"Seduced by evil," I muttered, recalling Arkham's words in the library over a year ago. My mother had very well been seduced by evil. It made me sick thinking that Arkham's words, which had been directed at Vergil then, were the best way to describe the reason for my birth. Mundus was the epitome of evil, and I could not find any reason as to how my mother had been fooled by him with all her power. Especially when he was still trapped in his Sparda customized seal.
"Well then, you summon me here to tell me your sob story, or do you wish for something else? I have a feeling it is the latter," He made a one-eighty, much to my relief. Mother wasn't something I wanted to think about, let alone talk about.
"You're right. I do have something I wish of you,"
"Then get to it,"
"I want you to forge me a sword. A sword that only could ever wield. One that fits my hand and I can use to the best of my ability. A perfect partnership between sword and master. That is what I wish for. I see how Vergil handles Yamato and synchronization that he shares with it. I want to become the best. And I want a sword that can help me achieve it,"
"And what makes you think I'll forge it for you? A master or swordsmanship can make any sword as good as another,"
"That may be true, but that is also naïve. I am skilled with blades of all sorts, but I need a blade that won't break. One that withstand my swing. One that can cut through anything. One that can slay the Demon King himself!"
"You should know that a sword's power is measured by it's master's strength. I can forge you the sword that you wish. Unbreakable and able to cut anything-"
"I want a companion. Not a tool, Muramasa,"
"Regardless, swords are tools. What purpose would this tool serve?"
"To protect my son. To protect myself. To slay those who wish to do myself and kin harm. Those who would lay a hand on Vergil, I'll slay them too. I'm not afraid to kill, Muramasa. I'm afraid not to," If he didn't believe me yet, I had a feeling he never would.
"Can you prove your proficiency with a sword?"
"Can you?" I challenged and caught in my peripherals Vergil putting a hand to his face as if to say "Fuck my life".
"You really want to fight me?" He warned.
"I can't say I don't," I smirked.
"Well then, I suppose I should take a more mobile form,"
"Mobile?"
"Does my body look like it can fight with a sword? This tail is only good for flying. You want my best skills, you'll get them," He said and before I could question him further his body began to shift inside of another ray of white light. Again his silhouette was all I could see as I watched muscles reform and wings fold in. His tail disappeared and his horns shrank back into his skull. Once he shed the light, I was faced with a beautiful man. Long, pitch black hair held in a ponytail made his crimson, almond eyes stand out just as boldly as before. He was dressed in a plain black yukata and was barefoot. The sword I had previously seen strung to his demon form had shrunk to match his human size. I needed a sword like that!
"Come," He ordered, and the power in his lilting voice was all the more compelling. I did as he asked, but not before Vergil grabbed me, placing something long in my hand. I looked down to see Yamato and its white hilt staring up at me. Such a beautiful sword. I offered him a smile and joined Muramasa back at the center of the floor where we'd summoned him. I bowed, but with no surprise, he did not return it. To prideful to bow to a lowly halfbreed.
I took my stance.
"Come at me any way you wish," He offered.
"I'd prefer you came at me," I countered. He was skilled, and by striking first, he would block me with ease, but instead he would strike my ego rather than my body. I wasn't so unconfident to be shaken by such a fact. At least, if he came at me, I could show him that I wasn't as incompetent as he was going to try and make me believe.
"As you wish," He said with a smile.
All that was said then, was the song of our swords, as he came at me.