For Your Own Good (Vergil x Reader)

Here is a story for DantellaCosplay. Enjoy, love!~

By the way, this story is a prequel to 'Happy Anniversary...?', another VergilxReader story I wrote awhile ago. Here is the link if you wish to read it:

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Enjoy!~

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Shing!

The last of the plethora of demons collapsed into a heap of blood and bones as the white-haired swordsman cleaned his beloved sword's edge with a crusty old rag. 

"Well, I think that's the last of 'em. What do you think, Verg?" Piped his doppelgänger. The quiet warrior only nodded, too busy scanning the vicinity for any remnants of the demonic squad that happened to get away in the midst of battle. The younger twin sighed in relief and stretched. 

"I'm gonna collect our reward. You go do whatever." Dante turned and started down the alley.

"Split it evenly this time, Dante." Vergil casted a side glare to his brother, who only shrugged it off. 

"Fine, fine. Whatever. See ya later."

In just mere moments, the lone swordsman found himself in solitary. After his thorough scan was complete, he spun on his heels and took a step.

"You missed one." Cooed a voice from behind.

Without even looking, Vergil shot his hand behind his head, a deadly blue sword shooting from his fingertips. A gasp that was quickly silenced with a thick slice informed the demon that the deed was done. Or so he thought.

"Tsk tsk tsk... That's no way to treat a woman." Before his every eyes, a busty woman whose skin tight leotard hugged her hourglass figure appeared before him. Her long, brown hair cascaded down her shoulders into waves, resting just above her hip. Her high heels clicked closer to the glooming Vergil until his deathly glare stopped her just inches away from the tips of his boots.

"What do you want." He deadpanned. She laughed and arched her back into a stretch, preening her voluptuous breasts. 

"Aw, don't be like that, baby."

"Don't call me that." He hissed. A frown tugged the corners of her cherry red lips and her brows furrowed. In the blink of an eye, another sultry smile adorned her lips.

"You're so cute, you know that? I just want to eat you up!"

"Leave. Before I cut you down."

"Oh, don't be that way! I have a proposal."

"Not interested." Vergil walked past the demoness, whose frown only deepened. 

"Fine," She grumbled under her breath. "what a pity. You would've been one step closer to achieving ultimate power."

He stopped dead in his tracks and a jolt of glee shot through her dead heart.

"Someone's interested, hm?"

"What is it." Vergil growled. 

"Oh, but you're a smart man, Vergil! Surely you should know..." Her voice darkened and so did her eyes. 

"I refuse to give my body to another woman. Or in this case, creature." Vergil huffed, taking a few more steps before he was promptly stopped again.

"I'm not asking you to. I'm commanding you to."

"Excuse me?" Vergil turned around. Though his general visage was as blank as a slate, his eyes just barely contained the fiery rage within. "if you touch me, I'll kill you."

"And if you touch me, I'll kill your sweet little girlfriend... What was that bitch's name... Hm, (F/N) I think? Yeah. (F/N) the Bitch."

In the blink of an eye, Vergil was on her and the demoness' back was against the grimy wall. Vergil's eyes narrowed as he neared his face closer to the woman, barely breathing.

"Don't you dare call my girlfriend that." Pure hatred and disgust practically oozed out the man's pores, but he made no move on slitting her throat open, her threat ringing in his mind. The succubus, sensing this, smirked.

"What's wrong, baby? Too scared?"

"Shut up."

"Too scared."

With deadly precision and the speed of a bullet, a hand fell to the alley floor, blood pooling around the lost body part. A bone chilling shriek echoed throughout the city, shattering the eardrums of a few who've heard it. With a violent fit of movement, the demoness crumbled to the floor and grabbed her still bleeding hand and screamed. Yamato's tip trailed up the woman's neck and pulled her chin up gently. 

"Never. Touch (F/N)," He raised his arm and it came shooting down like a meteor, cleanly separating the succubus' head from the rest of her body. "ever."

Satisifed with his work, he pulled out the handkerchief and ran it over his sword until it had an eerie shine to it. He slipped Yamato in its sheath and went on his way.

After the alleyway was emptied of all life, a hand started to twitch. The still body started trembling back to life and the empty eyes on the succubus' face was slowly filled with life. Her terror-stricken features relaxed into a smirk as she was put together again. She stretched and casted a look at the clean line on her hand. Slowly, it's flesh started melding together again until not even a scar remained. Her eyes looked down and eyed the large pool of blood at her feet, clicking her tongue.

"And I thought you were smarter than this, Vergil..."

~*~

"Oh! Vergil!" The door to your apartment clicked open and your tired lover slipped between the crack. You ran over to him and threw your arms around his neck, in which he tiredly ( and awkwardly ) reciprocated. 

"Hello."

"Where've you been? Dante came back hours ago - he wasn't sure where you were."

"... There were still some demons in the area." Vergil muttered, refusing to meet your gaze. Memories from minutes before floated to the front of his mind.

"And if you touch me, I'll kill your sweet little girlfriend."

"... gil. Vergil!" You snapped your fingers in his face, in which he subtly flinched. You sighed and pulled yourself away, arms akimbo. "Something's up. What's wrong with you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Vergil walked around you and went to the kitchen. You trailed after him.

"Yes you do. Something happened."

"Nothing happened."

"Then why are you acting like this?"

Vergil slammed the fridge and gripped the counter, unmoving. A quiet gasp left your lips and despite your want to go to the obviously perturbed man, your feet wouldn't budge from its spot.

"Vergil... You can tell me anything. You know that," Finally, you were released from your stationary prison and you calmly approached to Vergil, careful not to scare him. "Please... tell me."

"... I'm hungry." He grumbled under his breath.

"Are you fucking serious." You deadpanned. He nodded with slight hesitation.

"Yes."

You sighed exasperatedly, punching his back with a loud thump. 

"You idiot. Was that the reason why you were so moody?"

"... Yes."

You groaned as you reheated a large pot on the stove. You turned and faced him. "Why didn't you just say so?"

"I don't know."

Clicking your tongue and shaking your head, you walked up to him and kissed his cheek, causing a light blush to don on his cheek.

"I'm gonna go to bed. Night."

"Goodnight." He whispered quietly, unmoving. As soon as you left the room, he gave a dejected sigh and turned the stove off. Why in the world was this getting to him? Vergil, son of the legendary Sparda, paranoid of a lowly succubus' threat. Shame rose up in him as he sat down on a stool and cradled his head between his hands.

He was used to monsters threatening his very existence. But no one ever considered bringing you into the picture. It was known throughout the demon world never to mess with you. Not like you possessed any special powers that could destroy the whole universe or anything. It was only because they knew Vergil loved you, and they feared the half-demon. He scratched the back of his neck and sighed. There was only one solution to this. 

After having a small dinner, Vergil joined you in bed and wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing you against his chest. You were in too deep of a slumber to realize fingers affectionately combing through your hair or the sweet words of admiration that ghosted along the shell of your ear. He'll keep you safe from the terrors of the world, no matter the cost.

~ The next morning brought to you by Vergil in a blanket burrito ~

The first traces of morning carressed your eyelids open. You were quite surprised to see Vergil's face so close to yours, but you nonetheless smiled and kissed your boyfriend's cheek. Your nose suddenly itched and you internally groaned. Of course a sneeze would ruin a beautiful moment. You tried to pull away, but as soon as you tried to move out of his armlock, his eyelids shot open and he sliced the air with Yamato, who was apparently in its wielder's hand the entire time. You let out a shrill scream as your back promptly slammed into the mattress, the tall man looming over you protectively.

"What the hell, Vergil?! Get off me!"

After earning a few kicks to his belly button, Vergil grunted and rolled his body off of you. You jumped out of bed and glared at the sheepish demon. 

"What in the world has gotten into you? You've been acting weird since last night!"

Without a word, Vergil pulled himself off the bed and walked over to you, his blue eyes not leaving your form for a moment. He slipped Yamato in its sheath and put on some gray sweatpants.

"Let's go." He commanded, marching to the door. 

"Nuh-uh. First tell me what's up."

"Nothing is 'up'. Come." He grabbed your wrist, nails digging into your flesh, and pulled you towards the kitchen. The whole time you were pulling and yanking your arm out of his deathly grip in vain. You both reached the kitchen with much difficulty and he finally released you. You let out a relieved gasp as feeling finally ushered through your fingers. You looked up and scowled. 

"What's gotten into you? It's like you're losing your m-"

Vergil grabbed your hips and slammed his lips against yours. His chapped lips felt so good against our soft ones as he hungrily claimed your bottom lip as his own. He groaned, lifting you up and setting you down on a counter. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he coaxed your legs to wound around his waist. You tried to pull away for a breath, but he wouldn't allow it. Instead, he knotted his fingers through your hair and pushed his pelvis even deeper between your legs. You pounded his back, begging him for air. At last, he pulled away completely and walked over to the fridge, leaving your breathless self wondering what the hell just happened.

"Pancakes please." He requested nonchalantly. 

~*~

"I-I'm going to work now..." You stated hesitantly, scared what the half-demon would do to you. The entirety of breakfast consisted of you trying to cook the requested pancakes as he stood behind you, stroking the curves of your body. Then after that, during breakfast, he forced you to sit on his lap as he coolly and calmly watched the news and read the newspaper. The rest of the morning consisted of heated make outs in the shower since it would be 'faster and cheaper taking showers together'.

Vergil looked up from a page on the newspaper and quickly scanned your attire. A white blouse hugged your breasts in the most alluring way and it was tucked in a black pencil skirt was just a tad too short for his liking. You wore tights underneath and competed the outfit with black, glossy flats. 

You could feel his gaze wandering all over your body, particularly your breasts and thighs. You bit your lip and looked away. Honestly, what has gotten into this man? Before, he'd only give you a quick but loving kiss on the lips and bid you a farewell. Now he's just a horny mess just waiting for the next time he'd get to touch you. What happened to your boyfriend?

He didn't like the way that outfit hugged your body. What if, in her dying breaths, the succubus sent a man after you? What would happen to you? He wouldn't be there to save you from his filthy hands. His jaw clenched and his grip on the sheets of paper obviously grew harder, puncturing a few holes with his nails. The thought of another man touching and caressing your body sent his blood pressure rising.

No. He had to protect you. He swore that nothing bad would ever happen to you.

"I really have to go, sweetie..." You whimpered, shuffling to the door. He stood up and neatly folded the newspaper and set it down calmly. 

"I'll drive you to work." He spoke, slowly and carefully.

"W-What?"

He slipped on his black vest and blue trench coat before grabbing the keys. 

"Are you serious." You growled under your breath. 

"Yes. Let's go." He linked his arm with yours and hauled you to the door.

"No." You stated, planting your feet to the ground. 

"Excuse me?" He growled, turning to you. You felt an ominous shiver creep down your spine and you gulped. 

"I can drive myself to work. I've been doing this everyday. Why is it now that you want to drive me?"

"Because I have nothing better to do."

"Yeah right." You hissed. He clicked his tongue and massaged his forehead, inhaling deeply. 

"You're running late." He reminded. 

You separated yourself from the man and shot him a glare whilst opening the door. "We're gonna talk about this later."

~ Timeskip brought to you by awkwardly silent car rides ~

"I don't know. He just came back after work and was acting really weird." You complained to your best friend, who was also your co-worker. She just shrugged and shook her head. 

"Boys can be weird sometimes."

"I know, but this is so unlike him. If something was bothering him, he would've told me about it."

"When was the last time you guys had sex?" She inquired nonchalantly. Your ears turned a bright red and you gulped. 

"Um... Maybe two weeks ago? We almost did it in the shower this morning, but I had to literally pry him off my body because I was late for work."

"Maybe he just misses you." She concluded. 

"Yeah, but why now? He was perfectly fine the day before, why is he acting like a horny 13 year old boy in middle school?"

"Hey, the manager is coming."

"Fuck." You both scurried to your stations and scribbled down some words on a piece of paper. You felt the manager's eyes on you and you gulped, hastily typing away on your computer. 

"Ms. (L/N)." She stopped at your cubicle and eyed the beads of sweat forming on your brow suspiciously. 

"Yes?"

"The boss would like to see you."

"Y-Yes ma'am. I'll go right away." After saving the document, you logged out of your computer and stood up, shakily dusting off the invisible lint on your skirt. Your hands oozed with sweat and the agonizing sensation of panic choked your veins. Your manager led you down the halls and through various doors in total silence. You approached a fork in the hallway and instead of turning left to the executive offices, she made a right. You cleared your throat loudly. 

"Um... Mrs. (Manager's Name), this corridor doesn't lead to Mr. (Boss' Name)..."

"Oh, I know." 

"T-Then why..."

"I'm gonna have to kill you." She turned, eyes gleaming a bloody red.

Before you could open your mouth to scream for help, you were pinned against a wall, gray talons digging into the sides of your neck. Your manager's slightly wrinkled face cracked into a ghastly smile that resembled a stone statue. Her pasty grin skin was so chapped, her mouth could not contain her tongue as it quite literally cracked and hung off her face. You would have gagged if you weren't being choked of all air. 

She leaned close to you, the smell of sewage creeping ever closer to your nostrils. "Try not to take it personally. Consider this... a promotion."

As she was spelling out your death sentence, her grip got tighter and tighter. Her talons sunk into your skin like hot knives. You opened your mouth, a silent scream gurgling out of your throat. This was it. This was the end of the line for you. You closed your eyes, submitting yourself to your fate. 

"(F/N)!!!"

A bone-chilling screech pierced your eardrums as you were dropped to the cold, hard floor of your workplace. As you looked up, you saw a gleam of red shining dimly in the belly of the beast. With a tumultuous tumble, the demon fell lifelessly to the ground and your eyes widened at the sight before you.

"Vergil!" Your once limp legs sprung to life and you jumped into your boyfriend's secure arms, burying your face in his chest. His arms wrapped around your trembling frame and he pressed you closer, if that was even possible. You screamed and cried in his chest, not ashamed of the tears streaming down your face in waves. He caressed your head and knotted his fingers through your hair and whispered softly in your ear.

"Are you alright?"

You couldn't even form your lips properly to make coherent phrases. Instead, you opted for silence and shook your head, smearing your tears all over his shirt.

"Where does it hurt?" He took your chin between his fingers and gently coaxed you to look up into his deep blue eyes. Immediately, his eyes flickered to the row of grotesquely crimson holes on either side of your neck. His lips pulled into a straight line and an array of different emotions swirled in the depths of his eyes. His pupils casted a side glare to the rotting corpse that laid at your feet and he unconsciously gripped your chin tighter.


"V-Vergil..."

His visage suddenly brightened at the sound of your sweet voice and he looked up, his eyes containing no trace of any negative emotions. Still quivering, your fingertips stroked the contour of his face and his jaw slackened at your touch.

"I'm okay, baby... You came in just in time."

"... I was still too late." He breathed out, regretfully.

"You still came nonetheless," You smiled and pressed your soft lips to his and pulled away in an instant. "thank you."

It was until you heard a terrible shriek that you were dragged out of your own little worlds. Beside you amassed a great crowd of horrified faces.

"W-What happened?! Who are you?!" Cried a fellow co-worker.

"What is that thing?!"

"How did it get in here?"

"I'm calling the police!" Your boss, who was at the front of the crowd, shoved his way through the crowd in a tripping sort of manner. Before he could get too far, Vergil caught him by the shoulder, making the man squeak. Vergil spun him around and looked him straight in the eye.

"Do not bring other people into this."

"W-What..."

Vergil took a step back to look at the entirety of the assembly and cleared his throat.

"Please refrain from telling anyone what you just witnessed here."

"B-But what if that thing comes back?" Wailed a voice from the rear.

"None shall harm you." Vergil assured confidently.

"How can you be so sure?"

"If any demon dare sets foot anywhere near the threshold of this building, they will be sliced in two."

Everyone shivered, shaken to the core by this strange man's coolness.

"How do we know that you're not one of them?"

"Unless you wish your family to see you in a casket, you must trust me."

Since there no further interjections, Vergil continued.

"I must repeat what I just said- you must not speak of whatever you saw, and what you will see, to anybody. Do not tell your friends, your family, or any authority of any kind. Violating this rule will leave you without a guardian. Understood?"

With a heavy silence, everyone nodded gravely. Vergil smirked.

"Good. Oh, and Mr. (Boss' Name)."

"Y-Yes?" The chubby man flinched and hesitantly pointed to himself.

"If you wish to have full protection from me, you must fulfill some certain requirements."

"A-Anything sir!"

Gracefully striding over to your employer, he leaned down to his height and his smirk widened.  

"Give (F/N) more days off."

"Deal."

~Timeskip brought to you by positive changes in your work schedule~

You gazed emptily out the window in total silence, absently listening to the hums and buzzes of a radio station that you really didn't care for. You couldn't seem to get the haunting countenance of the demon out of your head. You tried closing your eyes, but that seemed to make matters even worse. You sighed and shifted in your seat a little. Well, at least you had more days off.

"You're quiet." Said a soft voice beside you.

"Well, can you blame me? I nearly died this morning." You huffed, crossing your arms and looking away. A tense stillness ensued, and your grip on your sleeves slackened. Why were you being so rude to him? He did, after all, save your life. Vergil restated your question.

"Why are you rude to me? I saved your life and your coworkers." He retorted with a click of his tongue. You looked over your shoulder at your boyfriend, whose eyes showed deep annoyance. You sighed and scratched your the back of your head.

"Look, I'm sorry. I'm just really stressed, you know? I can't get that... thing out of my head." You looked down, studying the grooves and folds of your skirts intently. The car slid to a smooth stop, but Vergil's head was racing. He thought and thought of that demon, and also the succubus the night before. Was that her doing? Did she actually send someone out to get you? To kill you? Maybe this was all a coincidence... But what if it wasn't? Will there be more? If that thing was dispatched to kill you, would there be more? Would he be there on time?

Honk! Hooooonk!

"Vergil!"

A sharp sting spanked his arm as the car reared forward. He was met with an icy glare from you.

"What the hell Vergil? The light was green for a good five seconds!"

"... Sorry."

"You've never spaced out when you were driving. What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing."

"Liar. You've been acting weird since last night."

Vergil stayed silent, obviously not wanting to talk about something. You sighed and looked out the window, passively listening to nothing. Familiar buildings and streets entered your field of vision and you looked up at last, realizing you were almost home. Vergil made a turn and parked in a parking lot, turning off the engine. He unbuckled his belt in a hasty fashion, almost nervously. Before another word could be uttered, he left you alone in the car, walking to the apartment by himself.

"Wha-..." You flung the belt off your body and shot out of your seat. "Wait up, Vergil!"

~*~

Vergil looked at you morosely, cradling your cheeks between his fingers. God, he loved you. He loved you so much. That's why he was gonna do what disgusted him most. Careful as to not wake you, he rolled out of bed and unconsciously, his eyes lingered on your naked body and how it shined in the moonlight. He pried his eyes away and sighed, getting dressed. He pulled his tan boots on, kissed your temple and bade you an airy goodnight and left your bedroom.

He sat in the living room, Yamato in hand, and cleared his throat.

"I know you're here," He growled in a low voice. "come forward."

"Aw, you're no fun," Out of nowhere, the succubus' alluring body manifested before his very eyes. "you sensed me this whole time?"

"I could practically see you," He grunted in disgust. "I don't even want to know how you revived yourself. I wanted to... talk to you."

"Oh?" Her eyes flickered evilly. "about?"

"You know what it is, you demon."

"So? Have you made your decision?"

Vergil sulked over to the demon. She held her breath as he bent down to her level, his eyes locked mainly on her gargantuous breasts.

"One night." His eyes flickered up, pure hatred oozing out of them. "one night only."

"Perfect." She planted a kiss on his cheek. "I'll choose the day. You just wait for me."

"Fine." Vergil hissed, stepping away.

"See you, babe." The succubus winked and a purple mist enveloped her body, whisking her away to God knows where. Vergil sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. He dragged his feet to the bedroom, his heart weighed down with guilt and sorrow. He joined you in bed and stroked your head lovingly, causing a soft moan to slide out of your mouth.

"I'm so sorry, (F/N)," He leaned down and brushed his lips over your temple. "But this is for your own good."