Hey guys! Here you are. Better late than never. This chapter starts out with some mild funny, then some bad news, then some more fluffy funny, then well... some semi-rough hanky-panky. Just a tad, though. I thought I'd mix it up before all the shit hits the fan. :( It's a bit long, but I think it'll be a charming read. Review and, above all, enjoy! Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry, any of the original characters, settings, or story lines save this story and my others.

Note: Contains sexual content. Read at your own discretion.

It'd been a couple of weeks since you and Vergil had moved in with Dante. Suffice to say, you'd been keeping yourself plenty busy. After all, you had promised Dante that you'd earn your keep by attempting to tidy up this place. The others watched your progress with individual reactions.

Lady usually shook her head in derision each time she caught you at it. "You're wasting your time, sweetums," she snapped. "Cleaning up after Dante is like brushing your teeth while eating Oreos. It's an exercise in futility."

Trish appeared amused, in her quiet, aloof way. "Well, well. I do declare that Dante has carpeting in a couple of these rooms! I had no idea."

Dante himself was pleased. Far be it from him to admit it, but he enjoyed having a tidy living space. And with his brother so close by, it reminded the younger twin of being a small boy during happier times. Times when they'd come inside after a long day of rough housing and the house was clean, usually smelling of something wonderful their mother was cooking or baking. Several times, he'd lean in the doorway of a particular room you were scrubbing away at with a small smile on his face.

After observing you on your hands and knees, attacking a stubborn stain on the rug, he smirked and said, "Keep at it, sweets. I love seeing a woman on all fours. Nice ass, by the way."

Astonished, and a little irritated, you'd straightened up to reply, but Dante had already left. Though, you could hear him chuckling to himself as he strode down the hall.

Vergil, however, wasn't as enthusiastic about the role you'd assumed. "Stop that at once," he demanded every time he caught you. "You are my servant and I won't have you acting like his."

One time, he'd even gone so far as to snatch the dust cloth from your hands and pitch it in the trash. Amazed, you'd watched him storm off. When you were sure he'd gone, you snickered and went to get a new cloth. Honestly, you didn't mind it at all. It gave you something to do besides screwing off on your laptop all day. Being confined to Devil May Cry was starting to wear on you. So much so that you were considering sneaking out for a quick walk later. It was likely a stupid idea, but every time you'd asked someone to accompany you, they were always too busy. Off to go on some job.

Still, you were uneasy. Vergil had explicitly told you not to wander off on your own. You weren't very keen on disobeying him, either. So far, barring the Spanking Incident, his new role as "Master" had been fairly unremarkable. He'd kept his hands to himself, the two of you still slept in separate rooms and he was still perfectly cordial and gentleman-like. Every now and again, however, you'd catch him staring at you with a frightening, hungry gleam in his eyes. Almost like he was waiting for the perfect time to-

"You've been wiping that same window for the last fifteen minutes, human. Whatever could you be thinking about?"

Startled, you spun around to see Vergil standing in the doorway of the office with a cool smirk on his lips. "Oh, nothing," you murmur, shrugging. "Just spacing, I guess."

"Really."

"Yes. Really," you frown and turn back to study your handiwork. No streaks. Awesome.

No answer, but a small draft suddenly wafted up behind you. Having no windows open, you turn with a puzzled expression on your face. Vergil was directly behind you, no more than inches away. Startled, you jump back and issue a small shriek. This time, there was no mere smirk; a wide smile stretched across his mouth. During the past couple of weeks, Vergil had also picked up the aggravating habit of teleporting towards you at the most inopportune moments. The reason? To terrify you. Apparently, he found this the utmost in comedy.

"Stop doing that! I hate it!" you shout at him, stomping your foot like an angry child.

"Such hostility," the blue devil mocked, clicking his tongue in disapproval. "And here I was about to invite you out on a walk with me."

Instantly, you drop the window cleaner and dust cloth. "Really? Yay! Let's go!"

Vergil held a hand up, "Not so fast. First, apologize to me for your outburst."

Glaring, you shake your head. He'd also taken to flex his control muscle every so often; and it was infuriating.

Smirking, the blue devil shook his head in a false show of disappointed sadness. "I guess I'll have to go alone, then. Pity." Without another word, he turned on his heel and began to walk away.

Goddamnit.

"Wait!" you cry, starting after him. "OK, OK, you win. I'm sorry."

Vergil stopped but didn't turn around. "'I'm sorry' what?"

Pausing, you tilt your head. "Ah... I'm sorry, Vergil."

He didn't turn, "No. Try again."

A sinking feeling began to churn in your belly as you realized what he wanted you to say. For a moment, you couldn't bring yourself to. Patient as ever though, Vergil merely waited. Finally, you heave a defeated sigh and mutter, "I'm sorry... Master."

There was no response for several moments. Then, he turned and regarded you once more, and there was no mistaking the triumphant expression on his face. "Apology accepted. Please, join me."

You glared at him as ferociously as you could, but he didn't appear particularly impressed. "You know, you don't have to be so smug about it."

"No? Why?"

"Because it's infuriating!"

That mischievous gleam appeared in his eyes again, "I know. Now, are you coming with me or aren't you?"

Of course, you did.

Being outside was more than worth a bit of groveling. And really, it wasn't like he was being a total jackass about it. Just half of one. Whatever the case, it was a nice outing. Vergil led you down several small side streets that you hadn't noticed before. A number of small businesses and shops lined one of these streets, and you were pleased when he slowed several times to let you window shop.

He hadn't initiated any more conversation but neither had you. It was actually rather nice to be around someone who didn't feel the need to babble on incessantly. You were examining the wares in the display window of an antique shop when he abruptly cleared his throat. A bit startled, you glance up at him curiously. Vergil appeared uncomfortable again. A sure sign that he was about to bring up something that he'd much rather not. Dimly, you were a little amazed at how many of his quirks you'd learned to read. You especially were fond of the times when he blushed. It still tickled you; the thought of this killing machine being bashful.

"I need to tell you something."

Uh-oh. Swallowing, you nod, "Alright. Go ahead."

"I've spoken with Orwryn again."

Oh God.

Vergil arched a brow at your silence but continued nonetheless. "He's told me that he might have found a way to free you."

Hope soared in your chest. "Really? How?"

The blue devil didn't appear to be as pleased with the revelation. "He refused to give me any specific details until he's certain, but-" again, a clearing of the throat and a heavy pause.

You tug on his sleeve and direct a sad look towards him. "Tell me the rest. Please. I need to know."

He searched your face for a moment before continuing, "It involves taking you into the demon realm."

You widen your eyes and your hand dropped away from his coat. "That doesn't sound pleasant."

"It isn't."

"Will I die?" Now you only stood there, drooping a little.

He cocked his head and eyed you with a sardonic glare, "Eventually, yes."

"Dammit, Vergil! I meant in the demon realm."

"It is very likely. Humans never fare well there."

He'd never been one to sugarcoat anything, but the affirmation took your breath away regardless. You didn't want to die. There was still so much that you hadn't-

"But I will attempt to prevent it in any way that I can."

Blinking, you widen your eyes. "You- You're going with me?"

"Yes."

"W-when-"

"I don't know," he interjected roughly, seemingly wanting to be done with the topic. "Orwryn wasn't exactly corporeal when we spoke, and he left abruptly. As is his nature. The imbecile."

Suddenly, the bright sun and fresh air seemed distant and unremarkable. For a moment, Vergil observed you staring off into the distance with a worried frown creasing your brow before he issued an exasperated huff. Snatching your arm, he led you up the street, seeming to have a specific destination in mind. Startled, you had no choice but to follow.

The two of you turned several corners before he halted in front of a grocery store. "Now," he began. "You're going to go in there and gather the ingredients for french toast. Then, we're going to go back and you will prepare it for me. I've never had it and I want to see what the fuss is about."

Successfully distracted, you could only stare at him blankly. "How is it possible that you've never had french toast? What's wrong with you?"

Vergil presented an air of wounded offense, but there was distinct satisfaction in his voice, "There is nothing 'wrong' with me, I can assure you. I'm in my prime and, frankly, I'm a spectacular specimen. And I've told you already; I never tried it because I'm not fond of sweets." There was a pause before he continued in a much lower voice, "Present company excluded."

"Wha-"

"Never mind. Now go on and do as you're told," he interrupted, giving you a light shove towards the market doors.

"French toast for dinner?! Awesome!" Dante exclaimed, shedding his red trench and pitching it onto the floor.

"Dante!" you snapped, slamming a spatula down on the counter. "I just cleaned in here! Pick your coat up!"

"Yeah, Dante. Pick your coat up," Vergil echoed, tone mocking.

Surprised, you let out a soft giggle. He sounded exactly like a bossy, older brother.

"Shut-up, Vergil," the red twin frowned at the two of you, unhappy with being ganged up on however slightly, before moving to do as he was instructed.

Sighing, you watched as he indeed picked it up, but then carelessly threw it onto the nearest surface: the kitchen counter. Oh well, at least it was off the floor. Vergil was seated at the kitchen table, legs stretched out in front of him, watching you cook. He hadn't said anything the whole time, and his constant staring had been making you feel a little uneasy. Especially since that unsettling little gleam in his eyes had returned.

"Make me," the blue twin cheerfully responded.

Dante eyed his brother doubtfully, "What's gotten into you? You're in a good mood. You're never in a good mood. What, you finally get your dick sucked? Told ya it would change your outlook. Way to go, bro!" He held his hand up for a high-five.

Ignoring the hand as well as the obvious taunt, Vergil directed his attention back to you, "Must you feed him, too? It'll only encourage him to live, you realize."

Nodding, you flipped a piece of bread over to toast before answering, "Yes. I'm afraid so. It is his house after all."

Feigning sorrow, he heaved a great sigh and reluctantly nodded, "Fair point. What a shame."

The red devil lashed a boot out and caught the rear leg of Vergil's chair. Jerking his foot back, Dante pulled the chair roughly out from under his twin. Vergil faltered briefly, then gracefully rolled backwards before bouncing back to his feet. Calmly, he retook his seat and resumed his relaxed posture. His hair was still perfect, but he finished by straightening it back anyhow. You could only watch, eyes wide. Even after all this time, their reflexes still amazed you.

"Jackass," Dante said, shaking his head in disgust.

"Primate," Vergil responded, bored as ever.

A battle seemed inevitable but for Trish suddenly appearing on the scene. The tall blonde delicately sniffed at the air before inquiring, "What smells so good?"

"French toast," you respond. "Want some?"

Trish seemed intrigued. "If it tastes as good as it smells, you can bet on it. I don't believe I've ever had it."

You turn to stare at her now, "You're kidding me. What is with you people? How can you have never-"

"I've had it once!" Dante piped up, sounding proud of himself. "I got it at a breakfast place this one time. Not as good as pizza but nothing to turn your nose up at either." He turned a dubious glance on you, "You can cook, right? Don't fuck it up, babe." After, he seated himself with an expectant expression.

"Yes, do hurry. We're hungry," Vergil agreed, nodding.

Trish joined the twins at the table, "Seriously, I haven't eaten since last night. Just got back from a hell of a job and I'm starving."

"This isn't right! Three demons gaining up on me?! How is that fair?" you asked, planting your hands on your hips.

"Cry me a river," Trish sniffed, waving a hand, "hurry up and cook."

All in all, the meal was a success.

Vergil only had two pieces before excusing himself. When you inquired he offered you a small smile and nodded, "I liked it. Very sweet, but good regardless." When you beamed at him, his ears reddened slightly and he made a hasty retreat.

Dante ate heartily and appreciatively. He didn't stick around to help clean up afterwards, but he gave you a friendly pat on the back that sent you tumbling to the floor; much as Lady had previously described. "Great meal, babe. Thanks!" Letting out a satisfied belch, he strode out of the room yawning.

Trish, after casting a disgusted look at Dante, had agreed, "Indeed. It was really good. I'll have to add french toast to my list of foods that aren't disgusting. Here, I'll help you with the dishes since neither primate offered."

"Yeah? Thanks," sighing, you begin to clear the table.

Trish eyed you for a moment before speaking again, "Vergil certainly seemed playful this evening."

Her tone was a bit too casual but you nodded, "Yeah he was. It was kind of nice. He isn't like that very often."

"Mm," she murmured, adding soap to a sponge. "Smelled a bit different, too."

"Oh? I hadn't noticed." And you hadn't. Vergil always smelled good. He was very diligent about cleanliness.

"It's probably nothing to worry about, I'm sure," Trish responded, not bothering to hide her smile.

Your stomach began to churn again, "OK, Trish. What are you getting at?"

Humming an innocent little tune that was anything but, the blonde merely shrugged and began wiping the sponge over a plate.

"Trish!"

Smirking, she waved a careless hand over towards a cabinet. "I think Dante keeps some extra green orbs in there. He won't mind if you use them. You might want to keep some in your bedroom tonight. Or, for the next several nights perhaps."

"What are you talking about?"

"'Ware, 'ware, little human girl," she intoned dramatically, "the devil's rut draws ever nearer."

Later that evening, showered and in bed, you wondered why demons were so goddamned cryptic whenever they had something to tell you. Apparently, it would make too much sense to just tell it like it is. Eeeesh.

Likely, though, they merely found it amusing to confuse humans.

Despite the fact that you now knew that you'd have to travel into the demon world, you found yourself drifting off into a somewhat easy doze. Vergil said he'd go with you and, so far, he'd been true to his word. Again, the thought of him started a small ball of warmth gathering in your stomach and settled you into a deeper sleep.

You had no idea what time it was when you woke up. It was dark, quiet, and a little frightening. Yawning, you became aware of your throat being painfully dry. Thirst was what had roused you. Blinking sleepily, you dragged yourself up out of bed and staggered into the kitchen. After a long, satisfying drink of water, you rinsed your mouth out and headed back to bed.

Your eyes were still adjusting to the blackness, and you bumped into the door of your room. Rubbing your head, you glared at nothing. You were sure that you'd left it open. Grumbling, you step into the bedroom before shutting the door and locking it. You'd just about made it back to bed when a strong arm snaked around your middle, and a hand was clamped over your mouth.

You began to struggle and fight against whatever had you, and you manage to sink your teeth into the palm crushing your mouth. This went on for several seconds before a quiet chuckling made you freeze.

There was a soft puff of warm air against your ear before an amused voice whispered, "You really should be more aware of your surroundings. I could have been anyone, here to do god-knows-what to you. It would be a tragedy."

Vergil.

"Mmmmph!" you mumbled, trying to sound as outraged as you could.

"What was that? I couldn't quite make it out." There was another soft chuckle before he relented and let his hand fall away.

"Vergil," you hissed, outraged. "You scared me!"

"I know. I meant to," he purred, nuzzling your hair.

You freeze again. His arm had loosened around your middle, but hadn't released you completely, and his other hand was now tugging at the collar of your night-shirt. "Let me go, Vergil."

There was an answering growl. An honest-to-goodness growl. Right in your ear. You shivered with fear, wondering if you had angered him.

Silence for several heartbeats.

"I hate this fucking shirt you wear," he said matter-of-factly, before tearing it away in one smooth motion. In the next moment, you were thrown bodily onto the mattress. Instantly, Vergil was straddling you, and you could see his eyes glowing down at you in the dark. "You will sleep nude from now on. Slave."

Speechless, you could only stare up at him and blush furiously. "What if I don't?" you finally manage to ask.

A hand cupped your jaw, the fingers sinking into your cheeks rather painfully, "Then I will put that disrepectful mouth of yours to better use."

Excitement coursed through you, "You don't scare me."

Silence again. You could feel his eyes on you, taking in your naked flesh. It was rather exhilarating, dancing with danger like this. What if he-

"No?" The query was soft, but laced with menace.

"No," you confirm, lifting your chin defiantly.

There was a bright flash, and Vergil's silhouette became a bit larger and misshapen.

He'd triggered.

"How about now?" He asked, his voice deep, raspy, and terrifying.

"N-no."

"Yes, I do. You reek of fear now, little human. I can taste it. It's delicious."

Your heart was threatening to burst from your chest and your shivering became a pronounced tremble. The devil purred in delight and began running the tips of his sharp claws up and down your body. "P-please-"

"Yesss... Beg me. Plead for mercy." Slowly, deliberately, a single sharp claw traced its way between your breasts, down your stomach, and into the juncture between your thighs.

"You won't hurt m-me," you stammer, uncertainty wavering in your tone.

"But I will," he pressed down slightly and you feel a sharp pain.

Flinching, you draw air in over your teeth, "Sssssst!"

"Beg," he demanded, increasing the pressure slightly.

"S-stop," you whimper.

Another purring growl. "Why should I?" More pressure.

Now, the pain was a little more than you cared for and you finally realized that this wasn't entirely Vergil that you were dealing with. It was his demon side and there was a distinct difference. Still though, you were excited by his touch and you tempted fate by not answering.

"Why?!" he roared, snapping his teeth very close to your ear.

"Because," you respond, chest heaving, "you're a merciful Master."

The demon paused and, for an instant, the tip of the claw lessened its painful teasing. "And how would you know that, slave?"

"You gave me the option to beg, of course."

"So beg, then," he murmured, sliding a long, pointed tongue over one of your breasts.

"Please," you breathed, shivering "don't hurt me."

For a moment, the devil stayed as he was. Then, you felt a slight shift and a lessening of weight. The claw became a normal finger and wiggled against you deliciously for a moment, before pulling away. Vergil had triggered back to his human form and you felt your heart slow a bit.

He remained atop of you for awhile, just staring down at you. Finally, though, he got to his feet and straightened his clothing. You didn't dare move.

However, just before he took his leave, he merely traced a finger over your cheek and said, "You're going to be fun."