Chapter Text
You woke up in your bed alone, wrapped in a soft blanket. You realized you’re alone as soon as you noticed that there was no longer his melting warmth near you. He left, remaining on your bed only with deep and rich scent of a man's body with a slight hint of mint cologne. Sleepily running your palm over sheets, you looked at the pillow in front of you as if he really was now on this very spot, still asleep. What he thought when woke up next to you in the same bed, you wonder?
When your languid gaze moved to the bedside clock, you froze with eyes wide open, mentally counting how much you were late for the meeting and how much more you need before getting out of your room.
It usually takes from thirty to fifty minutes before you dressed and fully equipped for ass kicking. You did it in five this time.
Breaking out from your bedroom with the rush of a hurricane, you ended up in the center of office main hall. First, you decided to make a quick place assessment. There was no Dante’s weapon or his red coat to be seen anywhere. There was nothing left from the girls either. Everything indicated that they left without you. Except for the eldest of Sparda's sons, there was no one else in the room at all. Vergil, as usual, sat imposingly on the sofa with a book in his hand, enthusiastically reading some classics. Propping your sides with your hands, you asked:
"Where is Dante?"
"Gone."
"How long?"
"Ever since he chose an idle life over self-improvement, as for me personally. As for everyone else, over hour and a half ago."
"Ah… Girls left too?"
After a brief pause, during which he turned the page of his book very passionately, Vergil hummed in affirmative "uh-hm".
"Eh, now I have to get to place by myself… or simply give up on this idea. They already left without me, anyways." Turning away to throw up your hands in an annoyed gesture, you missed the moment when Vergil's lips stretched out into lenient smirk.
Walking along the room back and forth, showing off some unspoken stirring, you raised your head from the wooden floor and faced your own reflection in mirror. As soon as you got looking close enough, you noticed something totally scandalous: there was a couple of purple spots on your skin peeking out of the collar of your shirt.
‘Oh my God,’ you whispered breathlessly, becoming more nervous than before. You felt that this was something to be expected, yet you haven't even had time to look at yourself in the mirror since you woke up. Pulling blouse collar to the side, you see not one or two but plenty of brazen kisses, imprinted as dark marks on your neck. Your cheeks immediately flushed with shame. Reaching for the collar, you hurried to straighten it higher.
Vergil certainly noticed this. However, for your peace of mind, he chose to pretend he didn't see anything yet. Since the very morning, he couldn’t help but think it all was… abnormal. Yesterday you were just friends. Pretty close ones, but nothing more. This night he made a reckless, impulsive act. So, so reckless. The last time he was so drowned in a feeling was only when he was a young blood with no knowledge of his human nature. As for now, he is certainly not as young as he used to be, but mistakes have a way of repeating. Once again, he felt like a blind puppy who was poking mindlessly towards warmth, and once again, he was a bit anxious with the thought.
The only time you got your eyes out of the mirror was when you did your best to disguise the mess around your neck.
What would the others say if they saw it? What would they say if they knew whose lips did this to you? What would they say if they knew that you and Vergil…
Your lips pressed into a thin line. Really, what was it anyway? After all, there's no such thing as a friendly kiss on the neck.
Was it breaking into your room at 3:00 in the morning without knocking? Surely, it was. Maybe it also was a harassment despite the word ‘no’? The desire to get your affection while being a desperate drunk-ass?!
You knew it wasn’t as bad as it looked, but you couldn’t keep yourself from worrying.
You took a hard and offended look at him.
Feeling change in atmosphere of the air in the room, half-demon looked up from his book to throw a quick analyzing glance at you and then returned to reading.
Maybe he should talk to you about the mess he made before it's too late? Until you thought he doesn’t need your love anymore and-
"Vergil."
The sound of your strained voice made him feel uncomfortable.
"Hm-m?"
"Since I have a plenty of free time now," step by step, accompanied by the measured sound of boots tapping against floor, you approached him, "I’d like to talk to you."
At this moment, one of Sparda’s son’s eyebrows twitched dramatically. "About?"
You stopped, watching his reaction carefully. "About what we- uh… what happened last night."
The sound of a book being shut, followed shortly after your line, informed you that all of Vergil’s attentions belonged to you now. He put the book aside and his grey eyes met yours instantly. "Speak, since you started."
With that single severe phrase, all words stuck in your throat. Moreover, Vergil was always able to just look at you in a way that made your thought process stop. The whole thing was in the feigned coldness and indifference that was seen in his gaze from time to time, probably. He definitely had an aura of danger around him or something. Else, maybe it was about the fact that you could still remember the chaotic smooth movements of his lips on your skin if you just looked down at them now. Who knows?
Standing right in front of him, you felt like little ridiculous girl who came to bully with a complaint that he offended her. Quite a funny comparison. There was something to it, though.
Collecting your thoughts, you finally straightened your shoulders and boldly declared: "Well, I thought it wasn't normal for you to break into other people's bedrooms uninvited."
Vergil kept staring at you. He frowned a little, although there was some confusion in his expression too. He was probably ready for you to say something alike, and despite that, he still had no idea what to say.
Silence as an answer didn’t please you this time. Bending your brows at him in identical manner, you made a few steps further. "Vergil, do you have any idea what it’s like to have a broad, drunk body looming on top of you without a single intelligible word? Especially when you trying to push it away and say ‘no’ to it? I hope you do remember this."
With lips pursed, Vergil guiltily (even a bit shamefacedly) lowered his eyes to your feet.
Truth be told, he does remember why he came into your room at such late hour. When he returned to Devil May Cry after a ‘mind-blowing’ binge, during which Dante became the center of a small noisy company of chicks mostly and Vergil felt an urgent need to be away from the never ending babel (which is why he left before his brother honestly), he heard the sound of your voice coming from your room. And he went for it because you said his name. But you were sleeping, as he realized later, when he saw you. You woke up shortly after that.
"My sincerest apology. I shouldn’t have done… such a foolish thing," he said a little bit of a retreat and turned his gaze aside.
There was silence between you for a while, his words dispelling the tension that hung in the air. After a while, you sighed and sat down on the sofa beside him. "You know what? I don’t really want to say it out loud but you were kinda not too bad to keep being mad at you. One day I will have my revenge, of course, but as for now – screw it… Oh, I haven’t mentioned that you also made me late for the meeting today."
"The only reason you were late is because you were sleeping too deeply and didn’t hear clock alarming," he stated categorically and looked back at you, his expression softened however. "In other words, I have nothing to do with it."
"Oh yeah?" All of a sudden, you felt an indignation coming from deep inside you, which you very artfully decided to redirect into almost harmless course. "And why didn’t you wake me up if you heard the alarm?"
"I was busy."
"With what?"
"With reading."
"Uh-huh…"
"It was quite entertaining."
"Still doesn’t give you an alibi."
"It does. Either you agree with me, or change tactics."
"Well, you attacked me! I spent all my energy trying to resist so I needed a deep rest. That’s why I overslept, then."
The man smiled. "You just said what? Me? 'Attacked' you?" Once again meeting your eyes, he leaned his head to you in such a way as to look at you incredulously from under his brows. "Would you also say that I 'beat you with lips' or something analogical?"
"That's what happened, actually."
"Hm." When Vergil looked back at the traces of his kisses on your neck from the collar down, he tilted his head slightly to the side. "And these are ‘marks of beatings’, I see." His eyes shot up to yours, voice low and husky. "But I was inclined to believe you enjoyed this innocent torture of mine, didn't you?"
Oh, God.
Another wave of shame rushed to your face, refreshing soft pink blush on your cheeks. "...it doesn’t matter." Turning away harshly, you tried to straighten your collar anew. You really should go and change into something that will cover your abused neck before someone starts asking questions. "And, uh… what about you?" You could feel the look in his eyes: only seemingly indifferent, but concerned and attentive for real. "Like, don’t you regret the whole thing?.."
"Should I?"
Suddenly you felt something squeezing in your ribcage again. It was as if you had something important on your mind. Something you couldn’t tell him last night. Your lips opened up to give your thoughts the opportunity to manifest themselves, but at the last moment:
"I don’t know," came out from you quietly.
Leaning forward with elbows on his knees and palms folded, Vergil spread them out a couple of times in a nervous gesture and sighed, as if letting go of anxiety with an exhale. "All I do regret," he reached out and took your hand in his tenderly, thumb brushing against your delicate skin, "is letting doubt hold back my feelings towards you."
His gesture made you run through the events of last night inside your head. Your heart skipped a beat. "Is it different now?.."
Instead of giving you verbal answer, Vergil leaned forward, bringing his face closer to yours, and then kissed your lips very gently.
Whimpering weakly into his mouth, you relax, letting a man kiss you more. Hold of his palm at yours tightens slightly.
The moment your head started to spin (but not from the loss of air) you pulled away from his lips with little effort. "I think we'll be fine from now on, then."
He laughed and left another soft kiss on your jaw. "Indeed, dearest."