Author: Moiranna
Title: Welcome home
Theme: #01 - Comfort
Rating: PG
Realm: Devil May Cry
Pairing: Implied V/D
Characters: Dante, Vergil
Genre: AU, general, fluff
Warnings: It's fluff. Ooga booga. Scary stuff.
Word-count: 326
Summary: Some nights when coming home Dante would stare up at the window in his living-room, smiling when realizing that yes, the light was on indoors. VxD
Notes: Crikey. Two drabbles in one week. Let's hear it for the end of the world (more like I felt like writing). After all the depressing stuff I felt like something sweet.
No matter at what time Dante came home and no matter what matter of state he was in, be it completely covered in blood and gore from his demon slaying or despicably drunk from another night out, Vergil would always be up reading some book. He'd sit in his favourite velvet chair, one hand holding the book in his lap, the other arm leaning against the cushioned armrest, supporting his head where it leaned against his knuckles.
Sometimes, when sensing that the sheer uttering of the words wouldn't get him instantly impaled on Yamato, Dante would accuse Vergil of actually caring for him.
Those nights Vergil just looked at him, not dignifying it with an answer.
Then, maybe twenty-thirty minutes later, roughly the time when Dante had managed to peel his usually blood-crusted clothes off of himself and had a quick shower and slipped into bed, Vergil would also go to bed, book-marking the page he'd been reading and putting it down on the little coffee-table next to him, shutting off all the lights as he made his way to bed with his right hand, Yamato held casually in his left.
Dante knew that it was pointless to ask his brother to go to bed without him. That blank stare would all too well tell Dante precisely what the elder sibling thought. Basically "stop being a moron." Dante had perfected reading Vergil's looks long ago.
And Dante accepted it all, because in a strange way it felt good knowing there was someone waiting for him.
Staggering into bed Dante very rarely managed to stay awake to watch Vergil sleep, even though he'd tried on a couple of times Vergil took much longer to fall asleep than he did. In a way, it was comforting feeling that warm relaxed presence against his back as he drifted off to sleep, knowing that still, after all these years and all the shit they'd been through, Vergil had his back.