Summary: Sequel to "My Angel." Takes place about two years after that fic. Dante, Vergil, and Heather's anniversary turns out a little different than planned…

Disclaimer: Same old song and dance. No own, no sue. Heather and the other OCs all mine, so if you take, I slay!

Happy Anniversary

It had been a long day at Devil May Cry.

No phone calls had come in all day, leaving both Dante and Vergil bored out of their skulls barely an hour after they had opened the shop that morning. Their junior partners and friends, Reece and Kellian, had left sometime around six, but the devil twins had to stay until closing time at nine just in case someone called.

Sitting on the sofa and watching the minute hand slowly tick its way towards the twelve, Vergil couldn't help but feel uncharacteristically impatient. Tonight was a special occasion for himself, Dante, and their mate. Their anniversary was upon them, and the sooner they left Devil May Cry the better.

With a final glare at the clock, which stubbornly refused to move faster, Vergil turned his gaze to the shop around him. It was a small improvement, he believed, over the previous Devil May Cry agency. This was the third building in which Dante had set up shop, the last one having been destroyed by a horde of shadows and a few Hell Vanguards shortly after they had met Heather. The décor was much the same as it had been in the last shop, but there was one detail that made the DMC a bit more welcoming, less extraordinary.

Their mother's photograph was not the only picture occupying the desktop these days. Shots of Heather, Michael, and Aeva had joined the treasured image, and a single group-shot of the five of them hung squarely over the chair in which Dante currently relaxed, a kind of informal family portrait. The image was surrounded by their various and asundry taxidermied trophies, the meaning of the diorama very clear indeed.

Touch our family, and you die screaming.

It was a sentiment several clients had come to appreciate over the past few years. Vergil was certain that the last man who had threatened his mate and daughter would never be found by the authorities, and Dante was just as protective of Heather and Michael. He didn't dispose of clients who threatened them in quite as permanent a manner as Vergil, but he did scare them badly enough that several had been permanently installed within a mental institution.

Vergil looked up at the clock again, and cursed softly. Only a minute had passed since last he'd checked.

Demon hunting was never this stressful.

He considered summoning one of his phantom swords to impale the hateful time-keeper, and decided it would at least break the monotony and soothe his nerves if he did so. A ghostly sword materialized just above his head, and he prepared to send it straight at the clock.

"Don't." Dante, cleaning Ebony and Ivory at his desk, had sensed his twin's intentions through the mental link they shared, a link that had only recently been reforged between them. "Unless you want to buy a replacement, that is."

Vergil snarled something unprintable and stood. "Are you certain we can't close up shop early? It's fifteen goddamn minutes!"

"You know we can't do that, bro. A call might still come in." Dante snapped the last piece of Ivory back into place and looked at his brother over his booted feet. "Look, I'm just as edgy as you are. It's our fucking anniversary, after all. But we've still got a job to do. Until the clock hits nine, we have to sit here and wait for the phone to ring."

"Then why didn't we delegate to Reece and Kellian for tonight? They would have understood!"

"Because Reece has a girlfriend he's seeing tonight, and I don't trust Kellian alone in here. He's a good fighter, but I'd rather have someone here to watch him. He is a dark elf, after all."

"Dock-alfar," Vergil corrected. "Norweigan term."

"Whatever."

They both jumped as Dante's cell phone rang, the dulcet tones of "Baby Got Back" by Sir Mix-a-Lot emanating throughout DMC from his inner vest pocket.

"Heather, I bet," Vergil muttered, flinging himself back on the couch. Their woman was the only person, aside from him, who knew Dante's cell phone number.

"You'd win that bet." Dante flipped the phone open and put it to his ear. "Hey babe. What's up?"

"Just called to tell you that we've got the house to ourselves tonight. Zak's going to be out for a few days refilling his refrigerator, and the twins are staying the night at Gabby and Ralphie's house."

"He ran out of blood, huh?" Being a half-blooded exile from the Caverns of Blood meant that Zak wasn't as free to go hunting as his vampire kin. He had a freezer-unit full of blood-packs in his bedroom in the basement to keep him fed. "Dare I ask how he ran out so quickly?"

"He went on a bender with the A positive last night, remember?"

Dante chuckled, earning a puzzled look from his brother. Different blood types had different tastes to vampires, according to how rare they were. Or so Zak had explained when Dante had asked him why he hoarded his packs of A positive but immediately guzzled the packs of O and AB. Apparently, A positive was the equivalent of very fine wine to vampires. Too much of it, and even an elder would get drunk.

"Anyway, he's gone for a few days." Heather's voice dropped to a seductress' throaty purr, sending a sweet heat down the demon hunter's spine. "I can't wait for tonight. I'll have you both all to myself."

"Willingly, babe. Most willingly."

"At the same time?" Her voice was hopeful, almost pleading with him. He and Vergil sometimes slept in the same bed with her at the same time, but never had they engaged in a threesome.

"We'll see." Dante looked up at the clock and nearly snarled. Ten minutes left. "I gotta go, babe. See you at home."

"Don't keep me waiting too long, okay?"

"No problem."

"What did she want?" Vergil asked, playing with the ribbons tied on Yamato's sheath.

"Well, I know what Heather wants as her anniversary gift," Dante replied, slipping the phone back into its inner pocket inside his vest.

"And that would be…?"

"A threesome."

Vergil's head swiveled to face his twin. "Well, that's certainly inexpensive. I wish I'd known that before I bought her present yesterday."

"Ditto. Would've saved me a lot of money." He looked up at his twin, a grin widening on his handsome face. "Shall we give her what she wants?"

Vergil thought for a moment, and then his grin mirrored his brother's. "I suppose we could. You need some pointers about sex, anyway."

"And you would know this, how?" Dante asked blandly, biting his cheek hard to keep from laughing.

Vergil shrugged. "She screams more when I fuck her."

"More likely because you're her worst nightmare. Way too small to satisfy her, if the naked baby pictures are any indicator." Dante dodged the phantom blade his brother sent his way, laughing. "Still can't hit the broad side of Arkham's bulbous ass, I see."

"I thought I'd burned all of my naked baby pictures."

"Nope. You missed a few." Dante looked up at the clock. "Finally! Closing time!"

"Having fun and ridiculous conversations makes time fly." Vergil got up from the couch, and he and Dante went out the front door. Dante locked the place tight while his twin activated the wards that protected Devil May Cry in their absence. Neither burgler nor demon could get within fifty yards of the shop when the wards were up.

There was no way in Hell that Dante was going to move his shop again.

Rolling their bikes out of the attached garage into the street, Vergil threw Dante his motorcycle helmet. "Your skull's plenty thick, but I think you'd better wear the helmet just in case. Wouldn't want to have to take care of Heather all by myself tonight."

"Thanks a lot, bro." Dante jammed the helmet on his head, mounting his cherry-red Harley after flipping off his brother. Vergil rolled his eyes and put on his black helmet, throwing a leg over his sleek blue Kawasaki motorcycle.

A moment later, the twins roared off into the night, racing neck and neck through the streets to see who would get home first.

The local police had long since learned that pursuing these two speed-demons was a total waste of time.

DHVDHVDHVDHVDHVDHV

Queen: Believe it or not, they really do have an agreement with the police like this. After they saved the police chief's bacon from a group of Lusts, he gave them immunity from the speed laws. A sort of payment, since he couldn't afford their usual fee.

Dante: Hey, that's just as good as a couple thousand dollars.

Vergil: Yeah, it means I can beat your ass on the streets as well as in hunting.

Dante: At last score, you were the one paying for the pizza, bro. I've won the last few weeks.

Vergil: But that Harley of yours is nowhere near as fast as my Kawasaki.

Dante: Shall we see?

Vergil: Race ya across town!

(footsteps pound across the house. Door slams shut, twin motorcycle engines roar away accompanied by screeching tires)

Queen (pinching the bridge of her nose): They're going to end up in body casts one of these days. How on earth did Eva put up with things like this? Sparda couldn't possibly have been this difficult. If anybody has any suggestions for how to deal with things like this, put 'em in with the reviews. Both are much appreciated, and flamers shall be used to fill up the gas tanks. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to go bang my head against a wall until I pass out. Good-bye.

(transmission ended)