Hey guys! Here you are; a super-long chappy. I was going to break it up into two, but I decided to take pity on all of you and post both. ;) Enjoy and please review! Let me know how I did. Writers need feedback. Comments are our NOMS! And they're also how we can tell if our efforts are being enjoyed. Pwease? -puppy eyes-

Warning: Contains a lemon which starts out as being non-consent. Please read at your own discretion. Seriously. I mean it. If you have any issue with partial rape, DON'T READ THIS. I don't want to receive a bunch of hate-mail when I've warned you thusly. Thank you.

The rain continued through the next day.

It was a dreary, grey rain too; cold and miserable. Fitting. Matched your mood completely. The previous evening's events had sapped your good humor, leaving mere droplets behind. Surprisingly however, you'd been able to fall asleep rather quickly. If Vergil had come in to watch over you, he'd come and gone before you'd awakened this morning. In fact, he hadn't been around all day. Trish and Dante were discussing something in the office of Devil May Cry, but other than them, no one else was around. Nor did you know where he'd gone.

When you'd inquired, Dante only shrugged and appeared puzzled, "Dunno actually. He left early. Didn't answer me about where he was going either. Don't worry, squirt, he won't leave ya alone for too long." After which, the red twin had smiled kindly while giving you a reassuring wink.

It had made you feel a little better. Dante could be awfully comforting when he so chose.

Now, you were staring out the window into the backyard. What you wouldn't give to go for a nice, refreshing jog in the rain. Best not, though. Vergil would be displeased. Not that you would blame him. Going off on your lonesome, especially now, would be stupid. Plain and simple.

You wondered if maybe it would be alright to go out into the backyard just for a minute. After all, it was fenced-in without a gate. The only way to get into the yard was through the back door. There was really no way you could wander off. The rain would feel wonderful; you'd always loved being out in it.

Besides, you were coming down with a severe case of cabin-fever, having been made to stay indoors for so long.

"Hey Dante," you began.

"Yeah sweets?" he called from the next room.

"I'm gonna go in the back for awhile, alright?" waiting, you tilt your head, listening for a response.

Dante appeared in the doorway, eyes narrowed, "It's pouring out there, babe. Why would you want to go out in it?"

You smiled at him, "I like rainstorms. They're my favorite."

The red twin arched a brow, "Weird. But, I suppose you will get soaked. Which means you'll be all wet. Which means you'll look totally sexy and-"

Blushing, you held a hand up, "Yay! Yeah! OK. Stop. When Vergil gets back, tell him I asked you first, alright?"

Understanding crept over his face, "It's all good, short-stack. Go on and play." He waved a hand and disappeared back into the office, "I'm gonna be keeping an eye on you, though."

With a happy squeeee, you trot into the kitchen and eagerly let yourself out. As soon as the first few droplets hit your skin, you let out a grand sigh. Cool and refreshing and necessary; that's what this was.

Agreed.

You freeze. No.

Yes.

"No!"

Stop denying me. You are a part of me; and I, you. And I will not be ignored.

"Leave me alone!"

Oh, I think it's a wee bit too late for that. Don't you think?

Too late, you remembered what Orwryn had said. Not to engage it, lest it grow in strength.

Oh, please, there was a definite scoffing sound. That old fool? You honestly believe that all you must do is refrain from acknowledgement and I'll simply vanish? Come now, is that a very likely scenario? I mean, you've ignored me for years and years, yet here I remain. Growing stronger than ever.

You didn't answer. Desperately, you tried to concentrate on the rain. How good it felt on your skin and-

There was another dark, bubbling giggle, Don't you mean our skin?

Squeezing your eyes shut didn't block out the voice. Not even close. And, to your utter horror, instead of calming dark, your mind's eye presented you with the three glowing orbs once more. So bright and alluring. Almost hypnotic. Dimly, you knew you should open your eyes. Quickly. But-

No, the voice crooned. Look into my eyes. Let the light draw you in. Let me in. Let me in. Letmeinletmeinletmein...

Vergil arrived shortly after.

Staying away today had been difficult, at best. Really though, it was for her own good. His devil had been scratching and twisting and questing under his skin; overly excited about the prospect of finally being able to stake their claim. If Vergil had let it have its way, the girl would be ravaged upon sight. Regardless if there was anyone else around. In fact, that would be preferable. In the demonic realm, public rape was common. Why not let the others witness your might as you took what was yours? Let them see your power as your held your squealing victim down. Let them witness your strength as you thrust into innocent flesh; again and again and again.

The blue devil didn't like to admit that the idea held some appeal.

No. He may be responsible for many heinous actions, but rape wasn't one of them. He wouldn't do that to her. Couldn't. If he did, her eyes would no longer light up when they saw him, nor would she smile. Vergil very much liked the way she appeared whenever he entered the same room as she; so very happy to see him. It was a new thing for him. And, curiously enough, he found that he didn't feel so hollow inside when she was babbling at him. No. He felt almost warm.

He liked that, too.

His train of thought was interrupted, however, when Dante brushed by him. The red twin grinned at his elder brother and gave him a semi-friendly punch on the shoulder as he passed.

Vergil glowered at him, "Watch it."

"You watch it, bro. This is my house," Dante paused, halfway out the door, and threw a sly glance over his shoulder. "By the way, your little woman is out in the backyard, playing in the rain. I'm going out on a job. You'll have the place all to yourself tonight. Hint, hint."

The blue devil just managed not to roll his eyes and respond. Dante shrugged and slammed the door behind him.

Hefting a slight sigh of relief, Vergil made his way towards the backdoor. Even he couldn't deny the eagerness he felt. He'd missed her, today. No question about it. What was happening to him? He didn't know, but he found that it wasn't entirely unpleasant.

There she was. Vergil could see her sitting on a large decorative boulder that Dante had found on one of his missions. When the blue twin had inquired about it, Dante grinned and shrugged, "I liked it. Look. See? It has these little sparkly things in it. Thought it'd look good in the back."

It might have, if it weren't for the fact that the rest of the backyard was an overgrown disaster.

Shaking his head to dispel the memory, Vergil watched her for a moment. She hadn't moved. He frowned. The blue twin knew she liked the rain, but the way she sat, so stock-still was unnatural. Almost like-

Slowly, she turned her head and looked directly at him through the window. After a moment of mutual study, a cagey grin crept across her lips. It was unfamiliar and unpleasant. Vergil felt his heart begin to beat rather hard, and he hurried out to confront her.

"Why are you out here?" he demanded, storming up to her. The blue twin felt a moment of deja-vu at these words.

No answer.

Vergil reached out to put a hand on her shoulder, shaking her slightly, "Are you alright?"

"Never better, Son of Sparda," she replied, turning her head to leer at him again.

His eyes widened and his hand tightened on her arm, "Who are you?"

"You know very well who I am," the grin on her face was not hers. Not at all.

"Leave her. Now."

"It's too late for that, traitor. I'm not going anywhere. I like this body," she began to run her hands over the smooth skin of her legs, "So young and pretty and-"

Vergil snatched her off the rock and held her at eye-level, "She is mine, demon."

Slowly, her pretty features twisted into a mask of rage and hate so intense, she no longer looked like herself. Vergil's eyes widened and he almost faltered. Almost. "What will you do, Son of Sparda? Make me go? Try. I dare you."

"You will not-"

"I will do anything I choose!" she spat, backhanding him with much more force than he was expecting. "She was mine before she was ever yours!"

Outraged, Vergil forgot himself and threw her to the ground much harder than he intended, "Silence, foul beast."

She hit the sodden earth with a moist grunt and rolled to her back, eyes blazing up at him, "Go ahead. Hurt me. Hurt her. Do it. Kill me, Dark Slayer. Kill her. End this now before it starts. Can you? I don't believe you will. You love this pathetic little human wretch. Don't you. You reek of it. Weak-willed as ever, aren't you Vergil. You couldn't save your cunt mother and you won't be able to save this little whore, either!"

She began to laugh then. Triumphant laughter. As she did, her dark eyes gradually brightened into a molten orange. After which, a glowing portal seemed to open up on her forehead, letting a third eye blaze forth as well.

Vergil swallowed with some difficulty. The damned creature was correct. He couldn't hurt her and he had no idea how to proceed. The blue devil felt as helpless as he had on that day, years ago, when he was eight. Then, an idea struck.

"Demon," he said.

The girl on the ground before him tilted her head in a questioning manner, a simpering smile on her face, "Yes, half-breed?"

"There is something you have forgotten."

Dim confusion flitted across the girl's features as she slowly got to her feet, "Oh? What might that be?"

"I own you."

She gave a start, eyes widening slightly, "No. You own the girl. Not I."

"Yes. I stuck the bargain with the girl before you were ever a commanding force. I own her and all that is within. Including yourself. She is mine as are you," Vergil took a step closer, his own eyes brightening in response.

"No!" she scuttled backward, hissing.

"I need only claim what is mine to complete the pact. Seems I must do it now. Before you get any stronger. Pity, I didn't want it to be this way," he went on rather sadly, taking a step forward for each one she took back.

"You won't dare," she snarled, "you-"

Vergil slapped her, sending her tumbling down once more, "You've obviously no idea what I'm capable of."

The blow was stunning, and he flinched when she hit the ground. He hadn't wanted to do that. Not at all. The blue devil felt his stomach twist.

The girl was dazed and blinking. She would feel it later, when she was herself again. At least, he hoped she'd be herself again. There was a slight, very slight, tremble in his hands as he undid the buckle on his belt. Vergil was loathed to do what he was about to do but-

She was getting to her feet again, and he pounced on her. Driving her back down, holding her in place with his weight.

"Vile half-breed!" she screeched, waving her hands in front of her in a warding off gesture. "Tainted blood! Traitor's spawn! You will pay for your sins and the sins of your father!"

Vergil grasped her throat and squeezed, cutting off her air and the insults, before flipping her onto her stomach. Lowering himself down onto her, he pushed her face into the ground in a submissive posture. "I am sorry, brat," he murmured into her ear.

"No! No!" the thing screeched, twisting and struggling under him.

"Yes," he replied. "You've given me little choice."

Vergil reached under her shirt, a different one he noticed, and tore away her panties. The girl writhed and fought with a terrible strength that was not her own. So much so, that Vergil nearly lost his grip on her several times. Dimly, he was aware of a growing excitement within him. Deep down, his devil squirmed with delighted anticipation; enjoying her struggles. Tasting her despair. This was what it wanted. Exactly.

The blue twin realized that he was aroused. Quite suddenly. His cock strained against the waistband of his pants and he growled with unspent lust. Fumbling with the buttons on his fly, Vergil freed himself. The demon under him felt it happen and her struggles returned with renewed ferocity.

"She'll never forgive you, traitor-spawn," it hissed. "She'll hate you. Hate you!"

These words made his stomach twist yet again, but he willed himself not to answer. Vergil used his knee to wedge her legs apart.

"She's in love with you, you know," it murmured, no longer fighting.

He paused, then shook his head. No distractions.

"Oh, yes. She doesn't want to be, but she is. Not for long, though. Not after this."

Vergil pushed her face into the ground and penetrated her with one hard thrust.

Her scream should have been pleasurable for him, but it wasn't. The blue devil ignored it and pushed into her again. And again. And again. She hadn't been ready for him, but with each movement she grew a bit more wet. Soon she was hot and slick and- And- Vergil buried his face into the side of her neck and rode her with abandon. She felt wonderful. So tight. So damned good-

Bit by bit the demon grew silent. Its shrieks dwindled and faded away into nothing. It only lay beneath him. Slack and passive.

"You are mine, demon," he breathed with a particularly brutal thrust.

"No," it whispered. This time, however, it didn't sound certain.

"Yes. You are. You and her. Mine."

"N-no," it shook its head.

"Yes. I've bested you as well, beast. You will do as I command," Vergil replied, almost too overcome with pleasure to speak. The blue twin tried to compose himself. He could not give in to it. Not yet. "Leave her. Retreat back from whence you came. Sleep. Do not come forward again unless I call you forward. Go. Now."

There was a strange, audible thrumming sound, and the girl suddenly went limp.

You blinked in confusion.

You were on the ground outside. In the rain. There was a tremendous weight on top of you and-

Something inside you.

Fear lanced through you and you began to struggle and whimper. Someone was holding your head down in the wet grass. Rain fell from the heavens, chilling you to the bone. With the chill came pain and shivering. Your face hurt. And your body. And your-

"What? Where-" confusion soon combined with the fear, making you tremble even harder.

"It's alright," a deep voice murmured somewhere above you.

"Vergil?"

"Yes. I'm here," slowly, the hand that was pushing your face into the ground fell away and began to stroke your hair.

With some difficulty, you managed to twist around and glance over your shoulder. Vergil loomed above you, a strange expression on his face. Suddenly, it struck you, "Vergil, what are you doing to me?"

"I'm sorry. I did not want to-"

"Vergil! What are you doing to me?!" you exclaim again, dumbfounded. As if you hadn't already figured it out. For the life of you, you could not remember when it'd started. "How-"

Wait. Slowly, the memory came back to you; the voice and the three lights. From there, it wasn't difficult to figure out why you had no recollection of what'd happened.

"I'm sorry," he said again, sounding very ashamed of himself. Abruptly, he withdrew from you, leaving a sore emptiness in his wake.

Instantly you scrambled out from under him and backwards. He did nothing to prevent it. Silently, the two of you regard one another for a very long time. The rain fell on and on with no sign of waning.

Vergil's face showed nothing, but his shoulders were slumped in defeat. Puzzled, you tilted your head and frowned.

"Why are you sorry?" you asked.

He arched a brow and searched your face. Finding none of the accusatory hate that he'd expected, his own featured melted into one of confusion as well. "Because," he hesitantly began, "by definition, I've just raped you."

"What?!" you were shocked. "Is that why I'm so sore?"

He nodded and shame flitted across his features.

You stared at him, unsure what to do or think. "Tell me what happened," you said quietly.

He did and, after his explanation, he could barely meet your gaze.

The rain poured down, oblivious of the drama.

You sat there, half-naked and shivering, as you thought about his story. Vergil did likewise, obviously unhappy.

"So, it'll leave me alone unless you say otherwise now?" you finally asked.

He nodded, "It should."

Relief rushed through you quite suddenly, warming you to the marrow. You flung yourself at him and wrapped your arms around him in a crushing bear hug. "Thank you," you whispered into his ear. "Thank you."

It was Vergil's turn to be dumbfounded. Your gratitude was the last thing he'd expected. But with his shock came dim hope, "You- You aren't angry?"

You shook your head and began kissing his face, careless of what his reaction would be or of the consequences it would bring. You kissed his cheeks. You kissed his forehead. You kissed his chin and the tip of his nose before your lips found his. You kissed his mouth the longest of all. "No. Not angry."

He could do nothing for a moment. Literally. Vergil merely knelt in the wet grass as you covered him with kisses. However, at your words, the spell was suddenly broken. You didn't hate him. You'd understood. His own relief swept through him at that point, and he returned your kiss with fervor; arms snaking around your waist and locking.

The two of you remained that way for a very long time; arms wrapped around each other.

Slowly, boldly, you inched forward and straddled his lap; wiggling your hips hopefully. Vergil started a bit, drawing back and watching you carefully, "You want-"

You nodded, "It isn't fair that I don't remember it. Not fair at all." Your expression melted into an impish one.

Vergil stared at you, astounded once again. "Witch," he accused.

"Maybe."

The blue devil's famous half-smirked appeared as the last of his shame melted away. He tugged on your t-shirt, "You disobeyed me. I seem to recall telling you that you were to sleep nude from now on."

You frown, "First of all, I wasn't sleeping. Secondly, it's cold."

"I can keep you warmer than that damned shirt can. Take it off," he demanded.

You did so, pulling it up over your head with a flourish. Immediately, Vergil's head darted forward and he licked a drop of rainwater off your nipple before closing his mouth over it completely. The sudden sensation from cold to warm made you gasp and arch your back into him. He eagerly rolled his tongue back and forth over the little peak as if it was something he'd been longing to do for quite some time.

He did the same to your other nipple, suckling before gently nipping and drawing away. Little sparks of pleasure began to streak through your skin and down your spine, seeming to gather in your lower abdomen. Your trembling began again, but for an entirely different reason. Certainly, you'd forgotten you were cold.

Vergil seemed to catch on quickly. He pushed you down onto your back and leaned over you, running his tongue over your breasts, licking away the droplets of water that had gathered on your skin. His tongue left warm trails on your flesh that immediately cooled when the rain hit it. Alternate waves of hot and cold began to flow through you, causing you to squirm in delight.

His hand was suddenly between your thighs; fingers gently prodding your aching center. "Did I hurt you?" he murmured.

"A little," you whispered, spreading your legs open a bit wider.

His fingers slid over the sensitive flesh before dipping in, then out again. Then in. Then out.

Your eyes droop shut as he explored you, enjoying his gentle touch. Another gasp escaped your lips as his mouth descended on your breast again, licking and biting at your nipple.

"Hhmm," you moaned, lifting your hips in encouragement.

Vergil's mouth moved upwards, kissing and sucking the soft skin of your throat. The urge to bite was strong, but he managed to restrain himself. Not yet. Not-

"Please," you begged, "Now."

At your soft plea, the blue devil became instantly hard again, and he was feeling more than merciful. He watched your expression carefully; hazy with anticipation and arousal, and no sign of the twisted hate that had consumed your features earlier, "Please, what?"

"Please, take me. Please."

Dimly, you felt him fumbling with something before a smooth rounded warmth began to push at your opening. You heard his breath catch as the tip of his cock brushed against you, but he managed to retain control. However, when he spoke again, his tone was ragged and heavy with lust, "'Take me', what, slave? Say it."

You caught on quickly and smiled, "Take me, Master."

Vergil slid into you, though terribly slowly. It was almost torturous. You wanted nothing more than to feel him completely inside you. He seemed to sense this and stopped, a playful expression creeping over his features. Whimpering, you curled your legs around his waist and rocked your pelvis against his, trying to bring him in deeper. Each time you did, though, he'd pull back, eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Vergil, plea-"

He thrust forward suddenly. Pushing himself into you as deep as he could go. You threw your head back and cried out, squeezing your eyes shut and digging your nails into the back of his coat. Vergil rode you hard then, eyes glowing a bright green as he stared down at you. Watching your every expression, taking in your every gasp and moan. This is what he'd wanted; you writhing under him with pleasure, not hate and anger.

And you were so tight. And hot. And wet. And-

The blue devil snatched both of your wrists and held them over your head with one hand. The other, he used to cup your jaw and turn your gaze to meet his. "Look at me," he demanded harshly.

You felt your cheeks flush and you couldn't quite bring yourself to open your eyes.

He squeezed your jaw in warning, just hard enough to hurt, "Look at me, slave. I want you to watch me as I claim you. Open your eyes."

You did and he smiled, pleased with your obedience.

"Good girl," he mumbled.

His face loomed above yours, eyes still a bright glowing green. His hair, soaked from the rain, hung around his face. Rivulets of water streamed down his cheeks and dripped off of his chin. He appeared both beautiful and terrifying, and you suddenly felt a strange exhilaration take hold of you. It almost felt like a mild electrical current was traveling up and down your body, painless but prickly. Rather like pins and needles, only much more pleasant.

"Can you feel it?" he asked.

Numbly, you nodded, confused.

"Yes. That is the feeling of you becoming mine." he growled, nipping your neck. "No other shall come near you. I will let no other touch you. Ever."

His thrusts became stronger, more driven. Painful and wonderful at the same time. You tried to keep yours eyes on his, as he'd commanded, but-

But you could feel something else beginning to gather in your lower abdomen. A budding sensation that continued to grow. In response, your cries grew louder. Almost desperate. Soon, a tidal wave of pleasure washed over you and you just couldn't help it; your head jerked to the side and an expression of almost-pain consumed your features as your eyes squeezed shut again.

Vergil felt you clench tightly around him and begin to spasm. His breath caught just as your whole body heaved upwards. Your sweet moans echoed into the night, bringing about his own climax. The blue devil released his seed deep inside you, sealing your fate. And his. As he did, Vergil's teeth sank into your neck, just where it began to curve into your shoulder, before he collapsed onto you.

The two of you lay there for quite some time, breathing heavily.

The rain continued to fall.

Finally, Vergil hoisted himself up onto his elbows and stared down at you. His eyes had regained their normal icy-blue hue, and he caressed your cheek with a finger.

"Mine," he murmured.

You stared back up at him. Your body was a medley of aches and pains, but you felt amazingly content and sated. Almost at peace.

"Yours," you agreed.