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Rules of Seduction	By : ElvenAngel Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 5299 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The rain battered the streets mercilessly around her. She was soaked through and wanted more than anything to return to the room that Dante had let her stay in and allow herself a warm bath or shower, whatever she could get. It had been impossibly nice of him to let her bunk up in a spare room that his place had, while Roy put all the effort and good will he had to help her find a place of her own and make it livable. The poor familiar was getting exasperated at the difficulties they were having; last evening he looked so miserable that even Dante seemed to feel sorry for the tired cat familiar.

Tess gave a little sigh. Moving back to America was quite a hassle after all.

But in exchange she had to put up with some of Dante�s weirder quirks, as well as his half-joke, half-serious instigation that if she was houseguest, she had to let him in her pants as thanks...

"So not happening�" was her view of it.
Sure, she was grateful and she liked him, he was dead-on handsome and did attract her terribly... But she just wasn�t the kind of person to straight away jump into bed with someone just because she was staying with him for a while! Besides, Dante was Dante, and where women were concerned�well, he wasn�t exactly the best relationship-person� She wasn�t thinking ill of him; just being realistic. Maybe it was because how disappointed she had been in the past that made her not want any more flings, even with someone she knew so well and cared for. She wasn�t sure if she wanted any more complicate situations to happen just now.

She headed through the rain, straight for the derelict building Dante called home. It was nothing of a fancy condo, but it was a good place, according to her standards, and she�d be lucky if Roy or she were able to find a place half that good. She had been out half of the day, mostly looking for a place of her own to stay and dodging Dante, only to return fruitless, and get caught in the rain. She didn�t bother to teleport herself home, she was too concerned someone might�ve seen her, and she preferred to conserve her powers for actually necessary situations, instead of using them up for mere trifle.

As she got close to the office, the door opened by itself, and a tall figure, donning a long red coat emerged from it. She gave a light groan. That couldn�t be anyone but that impossible half-fiend himself, Dante. He lifted his head a bit and she could see a sort of knowing smirk playing on his lips and his peering eyes observing her from behind some bangs of white hair.

"Oh no, now he is going to tease me to no end again" she thought.

"Huh...there you are. I was starting to think you got lost or something. What are you doing out there in the rain?" he said, a bit sheepishly.

"I�m just fine Dante...I had no idea it was gonna rain, didn�t have an umbrella or something" she replied.

Dante�s eyes inevitably wandered down Tess� soaked wet form. He knew he had to behave himself a little around her, while she stayed there, but he honestly couldn't help himself! They were about the same age, Tess being more or less younger by some months; he was taller than her, and he always teased her about it, and her naturally small structure, but secretly, he admired her looks.

Her most distinctive trait was, of course, her eyes; large, impossibly green and their look changing from serene to angry, to playful and to mischievous (a time when, by his experience, she could be more trouble than a pack of demons). Those eyes, in combination with her deep red hair, straight and cut chin-length, brought direct attention to her face, and always kept anyone she spoke to directly focused on her.

But the best part, was her attitude; on one hand, there was a sassy confidence about her, but unlike his, it was quiet, sometimes icy-cold, like her sarcasm, and not boasted. She thought quickly on her feet and took care of herself perfectly. On the other hand, she had a certain playfulness and gentleness about her that made it straight-out clear how different she was from most women he knew. She was fun to hang around with. However, like all humans, she had her faults too, being a headstrong, stubborn young woman with the occasional temper of a volcano. And above all, she was curiously shy sometimes, and not always letting him know how she felt or what she thought. He never insisted on knowing everything anyway.

He tried to hold back a smirk now, seeing her coming back under the rain, very much like a drenched, miserable cat. How could he not fancy her in his own way? She was a gorgeous girl, very sweet and very close to him anyway, and now she was right in his house, under his nose almost all day!

Last night they had been bored and watching reruns of old horror movies (the insane Rocky Horror Picture Show, and the classic Dawn of The Dead included) adlibbing or imitating half the dialogue, because they knew them already, and laughing a good deal. And when she nodded off for a while, leaning on his shoulder, he�d looked down at her and gulped: she�d been wearing a tank top, and leaned against him like that he just had to look down without moving his head to get a first-rate view of her breasts from above. Surprisingly attractive pair...

He�d even caught a glimpse of her in her panties, for God�s sake, passing by the room he gave her when she was changing, and her door was askew. He had to force himself to tear his eyes off her and walk back away before she caught wind of him. How a woman like her kept being so timid and reserved when she could have anyone she wanted, escaped him. She probably kept people like that�like himself, even, away. But she did see him as a friend. That had to be something...
But this look of hers was his undoing. His ice-blue eyes swept over her damp form from head to toe and then back again inch by inch, excruciatingly slow. He smirked softly.

"You're wet" he said dryly.

"Yes, Dante! How observant!" Tess snapped in exasperation, rolling her eyes. Why wouldn�t he step aside and let her come inside? She was freezing!

But then her eyes met his and she actually saw the red as it appeared in the icy depths, and the sly smirk that widened. She hastily looked down at herself and gasped. She had picked the perfect day to not wear a bra, hadn�t she? She was wearing a dark blue shirt that evening, plain cotton, and now it was soaked through, clinging to her and almost transparent!

"Dante! You-- you lecherous jerk!!" she yelped, indignant, hastily covering her chest with her arms. But against her will, her body responded to that look of his and the tone of his voice. She blushed.

His smirk widened into a smile of mischief and appreciation, as he saw her sudden indignation and the intense red color rushing to her cheeks under the rain and behind soaked bangs of fiery red hair. Huh, that was cute. Maybe he could make her react more.
"Veeery wet�" he purred in satisfaction, amused at the look on her face.

He suddenly stepped closer to her and blocked her way to the door, negligently letting his coat slide off his shoulders, got out of under the building�s cover and into the rain. He too was soaked through in seconds, the material of his shirt clung to his skin, but he ignored it. His full attention was now on the soaked through, very much revealing form of the young woman before him. Her shirt was almost see-through as it clung to her fair skin. Her legs too were pretty visible, as the long, straight skirt clung to those delicious curves of her thighs and butt, but to his disappointment, the black skirt was not see-through at all. What a pity-- he would have loved to see her naked in all her glory under that clinging, soaked material.

"And transparent too" he added in amusement, stepping even closer so that he was standing right over her form, his chest brushing her hands which were held protectively over her chest.

"Dante, please--" Tess stuttered uncertainly, baffled from embarrassment and shock, taking a step backward and trying to go past him, cheeks flushing harder when he blocked her way again.

She had not expected to end up in such a transparent shirt around him! This totally upset her plan of not giving him excuses to get very bold with her, and not provoking him. She cursed the rain in dismay, and tried to protect herself from his peering look. His eyes went over her form again, stopping on her hands. It made her fidget nervously and took another step backward, which he matched without lifting his head. His face and eyes were partially hidden by his wet, white hair and she suddenly felt the urge to bolt and run away from him.

"Aw, com�on, you know better than that�" he muttered, raising steadily reddening eyes to her startled face. He saw her gulp nervously and he smiled wolfishly.

"I�er--" she stammered shyly, feeling like she was indeed naked under his gaze. He looked so thrilled to see her like that and his look was so intense, it made all her self-confidence and calm go out the window. And just why did she want to look at his eyes so badly?!
Their eyes locked and she licked her lips nervously, taking another hasty step backward, which he matched, when his eyes kindled to a constant red. That just couldn�t be good� Her arms flew out to ward him off, fingertips pressing against his chest.

"S-Stop it!" She warned, her green eyes unable to leave his, and sheltering a mixed fear and awkward desire.
Dante smirked rather wickedly and then lowered his red gaze with great deliberation to her chest.

"�Beautiful" he chuckled huskily.

She abruptly remembered her chest and with a panicked squeal and an even worse blush, her hands flew up again to cover her breasts, which were very apparent through the wet cotton, the darker nipples erect from the cold. But before she could shield herself from his burning gaze, her wrists were caught in his large, gloved hands. Too late! Why hadn't she left when she'd found out she was half-naked to his gaze?

Because to some degree, she liked to provoke him, that was why. Somewhere inside, too deeply to ever dare to admit consciously, she was excited to see him so moved by her. It excited her that she had some power over him, when she knew full well what kind of a person he was, and what a dangerous one too. She liked the fact that she wasn�t the only one having some desires�but the thing is, she was too embarrassed, unused to making the first move, and he was too shameless and too bold.

She tried to yank her arms back from him but he only held tighter. Not enough to hurt, just enough to not let her have her way. Dante stepped closer, at the same time, somewhat abruptly pulling her hands over his shoulders. He let them go and pressed himself against her, hands sliding possessively around her waist and back.

"You don't need to be shy with me, Tess" he said lowly to her, pressing his chest against her cold one.

The rain poured down relentlessly over them, ignored by both. Roy stopped dead on his tracks under a black umbrella, with a very British look about him, on his way around the corner to return to the office on his own accord. He was still being unsuccessful to find a place for his witch friend (and in extension, himself) to live in. His brows bowed up to his forehead in surprise and he tilted his head sideways as he saw the two wrapped in each other's arms and soaked to the bone under the rain. Even as he watched, Dante�s mouth came down on Tess� hard, smothering her audible gasp.

He rolled his eye, pushing his dark glasses up his nose with a finger, to keep his scarred eye-socket covered, then carefully backed up and went back around the corner to leave. He could turn into his cat form and get in through the back window. Tess could handle this herself. He knew that even though she was less strong than Dante, she trusted her judgment enough to know that if the half-demon made one wrong move, the young woman could murder him. He had suspected this whole thing was in the works long before her, and frankly, didn�t want any involvement. Four centuries being her family�s retainer, butler or whatever other service, he�d seen enough of these. He was getting too old and too dignified to be interested in the chaos about to break out in that place...

Dante was fully aware that Roy had been there for a few moments, but the human-formed familiar had luckily retreated; luckily for him. Encounters like these were private, and the djinn knew better than to interrupt them. Dante�s lips moved over hers hard, feeling a need to punish her on some level for worrying him by being outside, alone, while it rained. He didn�t exactly live in a safe neighborhood, and he knew how dangerous it could get for a woman. Sure, she was very well able to handle her own and look after herself, but the thought that someone might�ve tried to--Man, the thought alone got him angry enough to want to kill someone as it was, let alone if it really happened. Men could be worse monsters than demons...
He soon softened the kiss, leaving his lips to trail from her lips over her face, damp and cool from the rain. Oh man, she sure tasted good...

He kissed her! Just like that, without any shame, he just smacked his lips down on hers and then traced their way along her face. Tess was shocked at his possessiveness, gasping when Dante gave her the punishing kiss, and exactly what he meant by it: he craved her. He had been worried about her. But then to stand there in front of him in a transparent shirt when she knew that he wanted her, was just...insane! And by the looks of it, if he got started nothing stopped him. She tried to stifle a groan as his warm lips burned a trail over her cold eyelids. His hands moved in caressing over her back and waist, molding her form to his. One hand moved up to her neck, under her soaked hair and kept her from pulling away. He guessed her soft skin under the clinging clothes, the warmth under the cold water raining down on them.

She quietly gasped at the feeling of his body pressed against her. But at the same time her body responded and moved against his, surprising herself. What was she doing!? She was responding to him, it couldn�t be helped, not with what he was doing; everything: his hands, his lips, his eyes. Oh god, his eyes. That icy or burning red stare, filled with such lust and passion and darkness. But, hadn�t she promised herself she wouldn�t do this!? She just couldn�t do this! She couldn�t just let him sweep her up like that, like a mindless little slut, she was better than that!

With this thought, her senses came back to her and she pulled back violently.

He groaned against her forehead as she pressed against him, feeling her body, almost naked, pressed against his own. His loins exploded into fire as she ground against him, seemingly wanting to enjoy his body pressed to hers in that way. And then she was pushing back!

He was so surprised by her withdrawal from his embrace that his arms slid away from her as she backed up, the look on her face startled and bothered and confused, and she dashed at the door like the hounds of hell were after her, before he could even open his mouth to say something. His eyes narrowed and red welled up. She was going to tease him like that, and then leave? No, she was not!
Tess had fled through the door, dripping and not caring one bit about it, bolted up the short flight of steps to the second floor lightly, and made a straight bee-line for her room, shutting the door behind her. She awkwardly stripped her wet, clingy clothes off and breathed out, still shaken. God! How could she have been so reckless, and do that to him? Teasing him like that. Taunting him! She wasn't going to get away with that and she knew it. Dante wasn't one to fool with like that, no matter how far easygoing he seemed-- but to do that, so shamelessly, and in the middle of the street, when just anyone could have walked around and see them, any minute?

What had she been thinking? Or was she even thinking at all!?

he grabbed a towel from her bag and wrapped it around herself, still shaky. She shook her wet hair back, and off her face, and staggered to the bed to sit down and dry her hair out with a smaller towel. She needed to calm down, and deal with this. Why the hell did he do that so suddenly? What should she do now? She still had to stay at his place for a while, so what should she do? Who knew what he thought now; he could very well tell her to just get out of his place and get lost�and he�d be right too.

She flushed, eyes becoming glazed as she remembered a minute ago, being pressed against him. Her body had felt like it was on fire and she wanted...wanted him so much. But why...why!? She couldn�t understand her own reactions. She�she wasn�t like that! She wasn�t the type of girl without any dignity that just let some... some foreplay win her over, was she? No she wasn�t! She had dignity and--
Before she could reach the bed, she heard a creak and then felt herself grabbed about the waist and swung around dizzyingly. She squeaked and saw a blur of red and black as she passed and then there was abruptly a solid wall behind her back, and a wet shirt pressed hard onto her body, and drops of water ran down from soaked hair onto her. Before she could do more than gasp, a pair of voracious lips descended onto hers and blazing red eyes were centimeters from hers.
"Dante, no!" she shouted, struggling to keep her lips from his.

Damn! She hadn't thought that he'd follow her, into her room!! But she should have. Yes, she should have known that he wouldn't leave it like that after desire had burned so hotly between them outside at the doorstep.

"Yes" he growled at her. She taunted him like that, and he wasn�t going to let her forget it.

"No! Not like this, damn it!" Tess cried, thrusting her hand at his chest ineffectually, trying to keep that towel over her with the other. Hot kisses were pressed all over her face as Dante frantically kissed her. Whoah, she hadn�t seen him act this crazy before. He seemed almost in frenzy, determined to touch her and kiss her everywhere. His hands skimmed down over her barely clothed body, burning easily through the towel. He had taken off his gloves, and his fingers were cold at first, but suddenly it didn�t matter.

"You started it�" he breathed into her ear, nibbling on the lobe.

He pressed her further into the wall so that she was crushed against him, her breasts flattened. He ground himself intimately into her, feeling as if he were in a fever. He crushed her lips with his, and when she wouldn�t open her mouth for him, he grabbed at her hair a bit roughly, making her gasp and part her lips. He chuckled softly and letting go of her hair, pushed his tongue in her mouth to meet hers and force it into a heated play, getting a soft moan in response from her. Her mouth was warm, unlike her face, and tasted almost sweet. He easily coaxed her into responding to his demand.
�Wait, wait... no...�
Tess moaned, unable to stop his hands on her or his kissing. She tried to deny it but for a guilt-ridden moment she wanted this so much. She wanted to burn in his fire. She would let him do anything. Then she felt his hands tearing at her towel and her eyes shot open in panic and she tore her face away from his and freed her arm.

No, she couldn�t do this!

"Dante! No!" she slapped him hard, enough for his head to be whipped to the side.

For a moment, there was a long silence; she could only stand there, clutching the towel onto herself and looking shocked at her own reaction. The last time she had slapped him was ten years ago, over an argument when he insulted her deeply. But they were mere kids back then and it didn�t matter; he laughed it off. Now would be an entirely different story.
And then he turned his face back, his eyes so dark a red that they appeared to belong to a real demon. It scared her witless; she could only stare back, wondering if he was going to throttle her to her death.

"Tess-- if you had been a man, you�d be dead right now" he said quietly, voice hard and certain.
He deliberately ran his hand up her thighs to where the towel started, his fingers sliding under the wool. Tess� green eyes widened in shock as his hands moved up over her hip to cup her buttocks and thrust her into his hardness. That did it! Fear and confusion gave way to a feeling of wounded pride, and anger was fast to emerge from that.

"If I was a man, you wouldn't be doing this!" she shouted back at him angrily, and tried to pry his curious fingers off, her nails digging into his skin, oblivious to the fact that her resistance was�quite appreciated. He was treating her now as if she was some kind of whore or toy! What was next; was he going to rape her or something?!
"True" the red in his eyes softened slightly and his harshness died off slowly. "But you knew what I would do when you taunted me a few minutes ago� You knew and you still went ahead with it."

"Yes" she admitted with a groan as he ground himself into her again. Then his hands were sliding away from her backside and down her thighs softly. "But...I didn�t mean to...I didn�t intend it! I...I don�t...I don�t do such things, okay?! I-I�m not... I don�t want to be...to be easy!" Tess said reluctantly, meeting his eyes head-on.

"I know�" he muttered almost soothingly, hands leaving her thighs and sliding up over her towel. They moved over her stomach and then up to cup her breasts over the towel.

"But you make it so damn hard, Tess" he bellowed, leaning in to kiss her hard, lips moving against her own as he spoke, before caressing her very intimately.

"Very" he stroked her left breast. "Very" he stroked her right breast. "Hard" he finally ground himself onto her, a soft groan issuing from his throat, his mouth moving over hers.

Tess� eyes widened at his movement, and then fluttered closed at that deep kiss, feeling as if her legs were going to buckle from under her and she�d keel over. She felt as if she were on fire, the feeling of honestly guilty lust centered between her legs where he was pressing. Damn his...his sex-appeal or whatever that was that got her out of her senses about him!

"Aaah..." she groaned, eyes shutting and head tilting back from him, leaving her throat bare. Why was he doing this to her?! But...she didn�t want him to stop doing it.

Dante immediately pressed his lips to the pulse beating at her throat, tongue coming out to lathe it. She was tensed up, shaking and her hand was left pressing against his chest in reluctance. His hands got gentler and hugged her closer to him.

"Give in to me, Tess..." he purred, biting lightly at her neck then soothing it with his tongue. God, he could�ve begged her like a pathetic idiot right now, or just simply--

"Hey Dante! You home, ya bum?!" the raspy, irritating voice of Enzo from the office was like a bucket of cold water thrown over Dante, making his eyes snap open. Tess let a small, shocked squeak.

"Hey, Dante! Where the heck are ya?!�

"Oi, what do you want, barging in like nobody�s business?" Roy�s indignant British lisp echoed after him. Apparently the familiar was downstairs, in its human form, heading the tubby Italian off. �He isn�t here, what the heck do you want?�

Dante cussed and drew back from Tess swiftly, looking over his shoulder. His eyes narrowed. Enzo wouldn�t dare to come upstairs and into Tess� room, would he? He�d kill the stupid drunkard if he did. He would never let anyone but himself see his Tess naked. But he only heard the two vaguely argue downstairs, and then the front door slamming shut; silence. No one entered and he smiled. He'd have to thank Roy later...

"Please leave�" came a weak utter from her.

He looked back at her. She stared up at him with eyes huge and a confused look that he had never seen on her face before, clutching the towel to her person and breathing deeply, trying to calm herself. He was scaring her, and realizing that knocked some sense back into him.
Tess gulped, looking at how he seemed to watch her so closely. Confused thoughts and feelings were zooming through her head. She felt torn, scared and all hot and bothered at the same time. Half of her wanted to pull him back in a kiss, but the other half kept reminding her this was not like her, and that he scared her and all she wanted was to get away from him as soon as possible. What was going on with her? Had she lost every bit of her sense?! If Enzo hadn�t called out just then and distracted them�oooh no, she wasn�t going to think about what could�ve happened.
"Ah--I" she started, but shook her head a bit and tried again, less nervous. "Just...go, please..."

"Mmh...okay..." he muttered, breathing hard through his nose. He would have liked to strangle Enzo, but she had said that she wasn�t a woman you just went onto like that...even though he'd pushed her to the edge and she had responded, despite her first objections. It was true; she wasn�t someone to be treated like this, especially by him. He knew her too well to treat her like this. She just didn�t deserve it. He trailed his lips from her forehead, over her shut eyelids and down to the corner of her lips gently.

He smiled wolfishly, but with a sort of fondness. "We�ll finish this some other time..." he purred, then pressed his lips against her cheek.
"Y-yes�No! No, I mean-!" Tess said, panicked, wondering why he was giving up so easily.

She had a feeling that he still had a few tricks up his sleeve and unfortunately, there were many places during the course of the day that he could corner her. What if he was planning something? She knew him enough to know he was� sort of vengeful, one could say, and not just in combat, he paid people back in kind too. Her heart began to beat louder in her ears in a scared anticipation. But he just let go of her and calmly walked out from her room without a glance back at her and for that she was grateful. If he'd looked at her with those eyes, she very well could have fainted...

"Aw man� what the fuck am I doing...?" he groaned, smacking his fist to his head.
The chair groaned as he sat heavily down on it, without his usual, show-off games, leaned forward with his elbows on the desk, his face in his hands.

"Goddamit...what am I doing...? I could�ve raped her, dammit...if she hadn�t slapped me... God...she�s driving me crazy...� he went on in his head and shuddering a little at the thought. �She�s right, I can�t be treating her like... like a slut, a street girl...she�s loads better than that...�

But at the same time her taste was left on his lips and the feel of her skin was still lingering on his fingertips. The feeling of her body crushed against his own, every curve and the warmth it radiated and the sensation of her movements against him were stuck in his head, playing the scene over and over. Kissing her felt like the sweetest thing he�d ever tasted. He seriously wanted her. Who�d know the once puny and thin tomboy he called �Twig� would get him so worked up.

He nearly conked his head against the desk in frustration. It was hopeless! No matter how laid-back he was about women, she was haunting him now, and she wasn�t even doing anything! He had to find a way to make her give in to him, or he�d go crazy! But not forcefully, he couldn�t do that; not to her. Tess had to be treated with the respect she deserved. She was serious and didn�t take bullshit (especially his), she was dignified, she was one of his very, very few friends that actually cared about him and...and she was very beautiful. But in a very real, earthly way, not like some magazine cover girl; she had her flaws, but they suited her.
He had to be careful in his advances, unless he wanted to scare her off and make her hate him, or afraid of him. He would be gentle, but he wasn�t going to let her relax. He made up his mind. Alright, if she would taunt him and then pull away like that, he�d just have to pay her back in kind. He�d get rid of her objections and hesitations and have her. She had responded, hadn�t she? That could only mean that she had to have been enjoying that attention. He�d give her more attention. He�d seduce her. A smirk spread on his face at that thought, and his eyes shifted to red again, briefly. That could actually be a lot of fun. She�d teased him once that he could blame his bad luck with the ladies on his attitude. Now he�d surprise her, and teach her a lesson for messing with his male pride. He could do that just perfectly. If she wanted war, so be it!

And then suddenly his expression mellowed down and the red in his eyes dulled as he considered something. Seducing or no seducing, he really had to apologize to her when she came out. Okay, so he normally didn�t care about stuff like apologies and everything but...this was one of the rare occasions he admitted that he had crossed the line way too much, with someone he knew too well, to just leave it hanging like that.

Besides, there was the off chance that Tess might put a curse on him or something, if he didn�t assure her he didn�t mean to jump on her like he did. And he had already been at the receiving end of a curse from her once before, to know that, demon blood or no demon blood, this witch�s curses did a thorough job, and that she was very good with them...
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