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The smell of cigarettes lingered long after Nico ran off and told you and V to watch the van. He sat on the reddish-brown leather couch with his book open and his cane propped up against the armrest. You slouched beside him with both arms outstretched on the backrest while looking up at the ceiling. Rock music played at a low volume as V turned the page. Turning your head, you saw his jet-black hair hanging over his green, focused eyes.
“Wanna make out?” You asked casually.
“That is rather juvenile, don’t you think?”
“You’re no fun.”
You threw your head back with a groan as V continued to read. After a few more moments of painful silence, you got up and grabbed a beer. You popped the bottle cap off, threw it up, and caught it for style points. V glanced at you while you chugged the alcohol, and then you wiped your mouth.
“V, are you a virgin?” You asked abruptly.
“That is a complicated question.”
“How?” You asked with an airy laugh. “Either you fucked or you didn’t. It’s not complicated.”
You pointed the tip of the glass bottle at him, but he did not look up to meet your gaze. He thought deeply about the best way to answer your question without giving away his true identity.
“As you know me, I have no such experience,” V revealed. “However, the person who I once was does.”
You chugged the rest of the beer while trying to figure out his riddle of an answer. You then slammed the empty bottle on the table before sitting back down next to him with your arms folded behind your head and one leg crossed over the other. He did not turn to look at the smug smile on your face.
“You are SO a virgin,” you teased.
“If that is what you choose to believe.”
“Heh. Okay… Why don’t you show me what you got, then?”
“You are a persistent one.”
“Come on, you’re gonna act like you don’t wanna go at it?” You teased further. “We’re allllll alone with nothing to do but each other.”
V tried to remain disinterested and distant, but you were making it hard for him. It was a bad idea for him to become too attached to anyone in the Devil May Cry crew. His body was weak, and he grew weaker with each passing day.
“I don’t understand your interest in me.”
You uncrossed your legs and hugged his right arm with a playful smile. The warmth of your body pressed against his melted his icy exterior.
“Wellllll… You’re an interesting guy, V,” you said in a light but mischievous tone. “Mysterious, cute, smart… and the tats are a total turn-on.”
He chuckled, exhaling through his nose, a sliver of a smile across his pale lips. You tightened your grip on his arm, looking up at him expectingly, maintaining a smug smile.
“So, you gonna make out with me or not?” You asked again.
“Very well…”
V closed his book with one hand, and you let go of his arm so he could set it aside. He then turned back toward you and loosely held your waist as you threw your arms over his shoulders. You offered him another smile as you looked straight into his eyes. Then, you leaned in simultaneously, your lips meeting for the first time. You slipped your tongue into his mouth almost immediately, and although he knew it was coming, it still surprised him. He moaned softly in response and then pushed against your tongue with his own. You emitted a muffled moan that he swallowed before briefly breaking the kiss.
“Well, I’ll be damned,” you said with a breathless chuckle. “You’re a good kisser… and here I thought I was gonna have to teach you a thing or two.”
“There are a lot of things you don’t know about me.”
“And that’s what makes you so interesting.”
You shut up the poet with another eager kiss that caused him to moan and tighten his grip around your waist. He matched the intensity of the kiss and then broke away to catch his breath. The fire inside you burned hot as the need for him between your legs intensified. You pushed him down by his shoulders, and his head hit the armrest, which caused his cane to fall over. His erection pressed into your crotch as you straddled him and darted your tongue into his mouth again. Another moan came from him as he struggled to breathe. You broke the fierce kiss and leaned over him while panting, your hot breath hitting his face.
“You okay?” You asked breathlessly, making sure you didn’t hurt him. “Sorry I got a little rough with you.”
“I don’t think it is wise for us to do this here…”
“Oh please,” you said sarcastically. “Like we’re the first ones to fuck on the couch.”
V did not get the chance to respond because you invaded his mouth with your tongue once again. His erection strained against his black pants as your arousal dampened your panties. It was only human to fuck, and that human instinct was something he had great difficulty denying himself even when he was whole. To be loved, adored, and craved was something Vergil was loath to admit he needed much more than power.
You parted from him before your delicate fingers pried apart his sleeveless coat. There was a moment of silence as you admired the intricate ink across his toned chest. You then lightly traced them with your fingers, which made him shudder. He briefly closed his eyes to savor the sensation.
“Your hands are warm,” V said softly, looking up at you. “Yet it feels as if they leave behind an inferno as they dance across my naked flesh.”
“Heh. You gonna write me a poem, V? Or you gonna fuck me?”
“I am not used to being touched like this…”
You held the sides of his face and gave him a deep but slow kiss that proved you desired him. He moaned softly and accepted his role as the submissive so you could take his body and soul. Breaking away, you chuckled softly and brushed his bangs aside with a cheeky grin. You then pushed his head to the side to lick and kiss his neck right above his demon tooth necklace. He let out another moan as you took his earlobe between your teeth and bit down gently.
“As you can see,” you whispered. “I want you bad.”
He shuddered, closing his eyes again while you turned the pale flesh underneath the ink red. It felt so good to be wanted so badly. When you pulled back, you saw a light smile on his face with his eyes shut. When he opened his eyes, you returned his smile before pulling your shirt over your head. You then reached around your back and unclasped your bra, tossing it aside. He reached out to touch your torso with some hesitation and then paused. You grabbed both his wrists and put his hands on your breasts.
“Touch me here, V,” you demanded. “Touch me everywhere.”
V gently squeezed your breasts, making you moan softly before rocking your hips against his. He let out a grunt mixed with a moan as you rubbed yourself on him to get that delicious friction. He then ran his hands down your abdomen and then pulled you close to himself. You kissed again but broke away when you heard the van door open.
“Woah,” Nico said, surprised. “Ya’ll are fuckin’ without me?”
Nico put her hand on her hip with a teasing grin, and you purposely resumed kissing V. You then casually pulled away from him and straightened your back to look directly at the foul-mouthed southern mechanic.
“Nice tits,” Nico joked.
“Thanks.”
“Wasn’t talkin’ to you, slut.”
You gave Nico the middle finger, and she returned it before leaving the van. V shifted underneath you and attempted to reach for his fallen cane. You pressed your weight into him to keep him from leaving the couch.
“Where you think you’re going?” You asked playfully. “We didn’t even get to the fun part yet.”
“We have more important matters at hand.”
“What? Are you embarrassed cuz we got caught?”
“The woman has returned, so we should go.”
“Not till I get you inside me.”
You leaned down to kiss him deeply again and then broke away with a little smirk. He looked up into your eyes as his erection throbbed with need.
“Very well…”
That was what you wanted to hear— what you needed to hear. You pulled back and unbuckled V's belt before unzipping his pants. His breath hitched when you pulled down the front of his underwear to expose his cock to the cool air.
“Look at that,” you teased. “Nice and big…. and all for me.”
V swallowed, your words just adding to his arousal. You licked your palm and then stroked his shaft. He shivered before instinctively thrusting up into your hand for more friction.
“Heh, somebody is eager,” you teased again. “Alright, V, let’s see if you’re a virgin or not.”
You stopped stroking him and momentarily got off to unbuckle your belt and unzip your shorts. He watched you bend over and slide off your panties while giving him a little smirk. Then, you straightened and put your fingers into your wet folds, playing with yourself.
“How bad do you want this pussy, V?” You teased. “Tell me.”
“I… I cannot deny that I hunger for your body,” he answered poetically, honestly. “For us to become one in a rapture that would shake the universe.”
You chuckled at his eloquent response that was just so like him. Even though his mind was clouded with lust, he was still a poet at heart. You stopped fingering yourself and straddled him again. Grabbing his cock, you positioned it between your folds and then lowered yourself. He gasped and then moaned when he felt your tight walls squeezing around him.
“Fuck,” you hissed. “You feel good as fuck, V.”
In response, he let out a shaky breath before grabbing your hips while looking into your eyes. You felt him thrust up into you— his cock hitting just the right spot. You moaned and tilted your head back with delight.
“Oh… FUCK YES!”
V chuckled and continued to move his hips upward. He didn’t mind your foul mouth— it was flattering. You then braced your hands against his tattooed chest and pushed your hips to meet his thrusts.
“Heh… I was wrong,” you admitted with a heavy breath. “You seem like you know exactly what you’re doing.”
V smirked, and you mirrored his smirk before exchanging another searing kiss. You then held his shoulders as both of you thrust your hips with maximum effort. It felt so good— so, so good. The van was filled with your moans and groans and the sound of skin hitting skin. Nico stood outside, smoking a cigarette, warning Nero not to go into the van unless he wanted to see a show. He was surprised you were doing V of all people— the weirdo of the group. He didn’t understand what you saw in him. You and V continued to go at it until you reached your collective ecstasy. You panted, looking down at him, feeling his warm seed between your legs. Okay, maybe he wasn’t a virgin after all.