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Fire and Ice	By : Ginae_Evans Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 6391 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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After the attack, the fact of the matter was, you were terribly upset. The best thing for you in times of extreme stress and or duress, was to keep yourself as occupied as possible. Which is exactly what you did. For the last couple of hours you had been furiously scrubbing away demon-fly vomit without so much as a pause when Dante told you to, "Chill, babe. There isn't any rush."
You'd flicked an impatient glare in his direction and continued to scour the patch of floor you were currently working away at. The brothers arched a brow and exchanged a knowing glance. Vergil gazed around at the interior of Devil May Cry; save for a few spots you'd yet to attend to, the mess had been mostly cleaned up.
A twinge of guilt stabbed at you. Granted, it was kind of your fault, after all. Setting things right was the least you could do.
Dante watched as you attacked the last puddle of goo and shook his head. "Knock it off, short-stack, I can do the rest. You go on. Use my shower," he pointed to a door, "and I think Lady has some clothes around here that she left. You can change into those when you finish. She probably won't mind."
When you again ignored him, he approached you and took both of your hands in his. Pulling you up to a standing position, he pinned you with his gaze much like his brother usually did. Frowning, you shook your head in protest, "Let me go. I'm on a roll and I'm almost done."
"No." He shook his head. "You're done now. Go on and wash off. It'll do ya some good."
Frustrated with his interruption, you glance over at Vergil. He watched you silently, face expressionless. Finding no help there, you turn your attention back to Dante, who was still holding both of your hands steady. You snatch them away with a huff. "Fine. I'm going. Have fun chatting about me when I'm not in the room."
Steamed, you stomped off and viciously yanked the bathroom door closed behind you.
Dante blinked when the slam resounded through the house. "Damn! She's got a temper, doesn't she?"
Vergil sighed and took a seat behind the desk, "She does, at that."
"It's kind of sexy. She that feisty in bed?" The red twin grinned, mischief dancing in his eyes.
The elder brother glowered at the younger and didn't respond.
Dante issued a snort of derision. "Pfft. So you don't know. Figures. Well, can I have her then? Since you're just going to let her go to waste,and all?"
"Why are you bringing up such nonsense when there are much more pressing matters at hand that bear immediate discussion? Please, enlighten me." Vergil demanded, obviously not appreciating his brother's teasing.
The red twin held both palms up in a warding off gesture, "Take it easy, Verge. Just trying to lighten things up around here." Sighing, he bent to wipe up the remaining splashes of bile.
"Are Lady and Trish on their way?"
Without looking up, Dante nodded. "Yeah. Called 'em already. Tried Lucia too, but I didn't get an answer. The other two oughta be here-"
As if summoned, Lady burst through the door with her trademark rocket launcher strapped to her back. "Ok. I'm here. Now, why am I here? Dante? You said it was an emergency but you didn't tell me anything over the phone and-" She trailed off and glanced around at the damage. "Wow. Never mind, I see. What happened?"
While Dante filled her in, Vergil's eyes slowly traced their way to the bathroom door. Tuning his brother's voice out, Vergil allowed his sharp hearing pick out the girl's muffled movements from behind the closed door: wet splashing sounds punctuated with muted weeping. He sighed. He really didn't like it when people cried. He attributed it to weakness. Still though, he had to admit that she had had a bad time of it lately. Could he really begrudge her a few tears? It wasn't like she was openly weeping, bearing her shame for all to witness and-
"Right, Verge?" Dante asked, tone suggesting he'd caught his twin daydreaming. He grinned at his elder brother.
"Pardon?"
Lady tapped her foot impatiently, "He said that a direct assault would probably be the best way to go, but not without thorough research. Right?"
Vergil nodded without comment.
The odd-eyed woman visibly bristled, "Well?! Is your associate going to come back with some viable intel sometime soon or not?!"
Associate? He blinked and then realized about whom she was speaking. "Orwryn doesn't announce his arrival. He comes and goes as he pleases. But he did say that he'd be back when he'd gathered enough information to-"
"Great!" Lady exclaimed, throwing her hands up into the air. "So we can't actually do anything yet?"
A corner of Vergil's upper lip curled sightly, "If you wish to charge right in, guns blazing, by all means. Don't let me stop you."
"You arrogant, son-of-a-bitching ass-" Lady began, reaching for her guns.
"Knock it off. Both of you, " A calm, self-assured voice cut in.
The three of them glanced back and saw that Trish had finally made an appearance. The tall blonde swept her hair back over her shoulders and leveled a steady gaze at the trio.
"Hey, Trish." Dante greeted, sounding rather forlorn. "You arrived just in time to watch Vergil and Lady try to kill each other again."
Trish sniffed, unconcerned, and took a seat on the sofa, crossing her legs comfortably. "And where is the little Miss, Vergil?"
"Showering." Vergil replied, studying the bathroom door again.
"Yeah," Lady replied, jerking a thumb towards the blue devil. "And guess who wants to join her?"
Finally tiring of her taunts, Vergil speared her with a frosty gaze. "Mary, Mary, so contrary. I bet you bleed not blood, but a type of bitter ichor. Shall we find out?"
You had cracked the bathroom door open in time to hear that last bit. Awkwardly, you clear your throat to hopefully get one of their attention. It worked. Too well. All four turn their eyes your way. Flushing, you clutch the towel around yourself a bit more securely. "Ah, Dante?"
His grin had grown to massive proportions. Seemed his cheerful demeanor had returned in full force, "Yeah, babe? And I have to say, I love a woman in a towel."
Your face grew several shades redder. You dared not look at Vergil, but instead studied the floor. "Remember when you, ah, said that there were extra clothes somewhere? Well, they're not in here."
"Oh! Right! Yeah!" Dante perked up and nodded towards Lady. "I told her she could borrow some of your old clothes that you left here. You two are about the same size. That's cool, right?"
Lady waved a casual hand and nodded. "Yeah, yeah. I'll go get 'em."
Still grinning, Dante nodded at you and pointed down the hall to another closed door. "You can change in there and rest if you want. We're all gonna be here for awhile."
Nodding gratefully, you slip through the door and scamper down towards the room he'd indicated, keeping your back to the wall. Trish and Dante had finally looked away, but Vergil followed your movements until you disappeared into the room, closing the door behind you.

It was several moments before you heard a knock on the door. Fidgeting nervously, you clutched the damp towel around yourself again and peek out. To your surprise, Vergil stood there holding a small, folded pile of clothing. Holding your hand out for them, you still refuse to make eye-contact. You really couldn't think of another time where you'd felt simultaneously embarrassed, vulnerable and frightened all at the same time.
"I, uhm, thought Lady was gonna get me these," You stammer, blinking up at him uneasily.
"She was, but I intercepted her." He replied, staring down at you intently
"Oh, ah, alright then." You hold out a hand for them.
He didn't hand them to you right away, however, merely stood there, studying you with that inscrutable expression. Finally, instead of giving you the clothes and leaving you be, he pushed his way into the room and shut the door behind him. You back up a few steps, eyes wide. What was he doing?
He observes your reaction and tilts his head slightly, before tossing Lady's borrowed outfit onto a nearby table. "Are you alright? You're behaving strangely. Even for you."
"I'm fine. I want to get changed, please." You swallow nervously, shuffling your feet.
"In a moment."
Odd. Your brow creases slightly and you feel your heart speed up a bit. The way he was looking at you made you feel very funny indeed. His eyes, normally so cold, seemed to burn as he stared at you. "Vergil? Are you alright?"
"..."
"Vergil?" Your voice had grown weak. Why was your skin heating up and why had your heart suddenly begun to race? He hadn't even done anything yet.
"Are you a witch?" He whispered, taking several steps towards you.
"W-what-"
"You must be," he interrupted, closing the gap between the two of you with frightening suddenness. Grasping your upper arms, he held you in front of him, refusing to let you back away. "Why else would I be so drawn to you?"
"I'm-I'm not." You begin shaking your head in denial, trying to catch his eye. "Vergil? What's the mat-"
"Usually, this repulses me," he lifted his chin in your direction. "Scantily clad females, prancing about. Showing off their curving figures and pretty outer layers, and commonly lacking any interior substance whatsoever. It's so easy to ignore them. Why not you, though?" You felt his fingers tighten slightly on your arms. Almost possessively.
"I don't know. Honest. Vergil, please let me g-"
"The human body is so soft and weak. Repugnantly so. They're little more than bags of flesh and liquid, peppered with fragile bird-like bones. It's infuriating. Yet, yours..." He pulled you closer. "Your softness is pleasing to me. Why?"
Uh-oh.
He lifted you up and set you on top of the table he'd thrown the clothing onto. You stared up at him mutely, unable to come up with any decent thing to respond with. What couldyou say, really? You had no answers to his questions. Yes, you'd thought there might be signs that he'd been warming up to you. You would even go so far as to come out and admit that the two of you had become actual friends. But this behavior had you completely thrown for a loop and you were at a total loss with how to proceed.
"Vergil-"
He drew in closer, so close that you could feel his breathing, soft puffs of warm air, against your lips. "I like it when you say my name, brat," He murmured.
Those words sent another rush of heat throughout your body and, at the same time, oddly caused you to start shivering. His eyes were intense and focused on yours. Slowly, they began to brighten.
"I-I h-have to-to.." You began to stutter miserably, unsure what you were even trying to say. His mouth was so close to yours and his eyes were so compelling.
Before you realized what you were doing, you'd closed the gap between your lips and were kissing him, lifting your hands to tangle them in his hair. Dimly, you understand that this was dangerous area you were treading upon. He'd likely kill you for being so presumptuous. But his lips were so soft and warm, that you just didn't care. It actually took a moment for you to realize that not only was he allowing it, he was returning the kiss fervently. You feel his hands restlessly run up and down your sides, before they tightened down around the rough material of the towel.
You know what he's about to do a split second before he roughly rips the towel away, tossing it to the ground without sparing it a glance. Your cheeks turn even pinker as his eyes hungrily devour the sight of your bare flesh. There wasn't time to play coy, however, as Vergil steps forward and settles himself between your legs.
His hand return to their exploration as he leans forward to kiss you again. Your eyelids flutter shut and you give in to the moment, that wonderful heat returning and engulfing every inch of your skin. A large, warm hand trails up and down the line of your spine and you arch your back automatically, responding to his touch, preening for him. Attempting to make yourself even more enticing. A soft sound leaves your throat and, for the first time, you feel the tip of his tongue glide across your bottom lip; requesting entry.
His hands slide down your back to clutch your waist before beginning to rub them up and down your thighs. You open your mouth slightly and tentatively give the tip of his tongue a quick touch with your own. Vergil responds in kind, deepening the kiss and pushing your legs open a bit wider. Your breathing began to grow heavier, bordering on panting, really, but you don't resist this time. Your skin was on fire and each touch only fed the flames. His lips left yours and attacked your throat, dispensing the same soft, fluttery kisses that he had on a certain night, not too long ago. Little tingles of pleasure began to rush up and down your spine, seeming to gather in your lower abdomen. Without meaning to, a low, breathless moan issues from your throat.
Vergil growled in response, a deep rumbling coming from deep within his chest, and you feel a strong arm snake around your waist. It locked you in place before you feel a sharp nip on your neck, then another, and another. Sparks of pleasurable pain streak through you, and you wrap your legs around his waist without being aware of even doing so. There was a slight pause on his part, a sudden hesitation, before you felt a warm palm gently cup your most intimate area. Another soft, pleased sigh left your mouth and you thrust your hips forward into his hand, encouraging him to continue.
He seemed only too happy to oblige. Vergil began circling a certain, sensitive little bud of flesh with the thumb of one hand, while the other crept up to explore a breast. Gradually, his caresses began to get a bit more serious, moving against you with intent now. Slowly, you start to rock your hips in a steady rhythm, unable to help it.
"So eager," he murmured, tone warm and breathless. "So wet." He kissed you again, nipping your lower lip before drawing away again. "I bet you'd let me do whatever I wished to you. Wouldn't you."
You were about to answer in the affirmative, perhaps with a polite request to please, PLEASE, put it in you, when there was a loud knock at the door.
Startled, you draw back and automatically cover your breasts with your hands and quickly slide your legs together. Vergil, also taken by surprise, stoops to pick up the towel and throw it around you once again.
Silence for a moment, then Dante's amused voice rang out from behind the closed door. "Yeah, so! I hate to interrupt but we've got business at hand. You two are gonna have to finish fucking later." You both heard loud, departing footsteps.
Vergil cursed under his breath and shook his head slightly before glancing back down at you. Staring back up at him, you clear your throat awkwardly and avert your eyes. The blue devil appeared rather irritated with the interruption and quickly ran his hands back though his hair, straightening it. After, he straightened the lapels on his coat and tossed you another look. This time, though, there was a tiny smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.
"Apparently, we'll have to finish this later. Witch. Get dressed and then get some rest."
Nodding dumbly, you begin to fumble with Lady's clothing without really getting anywhere. Vergil watches this for a moment, amusement coloring his features, before turning to go to grant you some privacy.
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