A/N: This is the sequel to Fixing Vergil... Yep. I feel like the title is lame, but I'm keeping it. :'D
Warnings: Slash, incest, Non-con, blood, ANYTHING ALONG WHAT IS RATED M.
Keeping Vergil
The Start... Duh.
He often read books, nearly everyday to be precise. It's what he did in his spear time, and he had a lot of spear time lately. Now that he wasn't plotting any evil no more; or any means of revenge, he could do normal things, human things. He never thought it would ever become like this for him, just him and his brother... At peace. He recalled the times when they would fight on every encounter they had. It was silly wasn't it? To think they could have become like this earlier. Vergil shook his head lightly at his thoughts, it didn't matter now, they've come to that point now, that peace, and he might as well enjoy it while he could. It's been a couple months since he'd 'fully recovered' from his past. That's how Dante liked to phrase it now that he had no troubles at all with it; all the traces gone thanks to him. Vergil was strong like that; he wasn't half demon for nothing, for most humans it would have been a longer process to 'recover'... Maybe, he wasn't too sure.
He turned another page; it had been a good idea to gather demonic books when he could. He took delight in reading books he found useful to himself, and all he had to do was steal when he pleased. A small expression of mirth emitted from him, stealing... Would Dante tell him off? Of course not, he was the older one here. He often wondered how such ancient books survived in the human world for so long; they were made back in the time his father was still in rule. And how many moons ago was that?
"Honestly," the voice interrupting Vergil's thoughts, it caught his attention, well he gave it his attention for starters. "Are you reading the same book twice? I just saw you put it down what, a day ago? You said you finished it." Dante sat behind his desk, deeply immersed within his oh-so-interesting boredom, having nothing but breathing in air to engage within. Vergil sat across him, feet crossed respectfully. He lowered his book slightly from his face and smirked at his brother. "This is its partner Dante, the books are also twins; I have to read both to get the whole picture." He informed him, using those words specifically on purpose. He had to keep his image up, style wasn't everything. Though he was becoming like Dante lately...
"So it's kinda like a sequel, part one part two? Whatever, at least you didn't spend money on them... Right?" Vergil gave no answer to that one. "I had to pay for that coat of yours and your shirt. Don't tell me you want me to pay for the hair cut too Verge," Vergil's hair had grown a little long; it would wouldn't it? Anytime he slicked it backwards more than just 'a few' strands would fall forwards again, and onto his face.
"Do I not help with this business too? I hunt demons just as you do Dante, I even take the responsibility of taking on jobs every now and then, shouldn't you be earning more now with my assistance? I never asked for a share after all." Dante only rolled his eyes at him, though he had a good point.
"But you know I could never say no to you, so the money is yours too if you think about it,"
"Like I care for money. Some things in the human world I will never understand." He ended. Dante sniggered, finding the whole conversation hilarious now. He approached Vergil, plummeting himself down besides him on the couch.
"Yeah, it's like we have a family business now don't we?" Shifting himself ever so close to the man beside him now. Vergil raised an eyebrow; he put down his book and focused his attention on his brother. "It's just you me and this whole room, yep," was he making suggestions? "We could do anything right now," Oh, Vergil met Dante's eyes. Why yes, they could.
"Is that so," he spoke in low tones, relaxing completely within Dante's sudden closeness. "And what happened last time we did this." Folding him arms, the ever present smirk on his lips. He would never forget last time.
Dante's own smirk faded, a sheepish smile replacing it. "We, uh." It wasn't the 'act' he was embarrassed about, it was the inconvenience that happened during it. "Uh, the kid heh. Oh come on, he didn't see anything! I said I'm sorry like a thousand times." He groaned, shifting back now. Vergil had his arms crossed in guard; he wasn't about to let Dante's advances get to him this time, unlike last time.
"That boy happens to respect me, and I'd like to keep it that way. It's bad enough I have the Rocket Lady gunning me down every five seconds. I'm just lucky the mother poser isn't around often..."
"I think you scared her off, Trish is great you know, you just need to get friendly with them."
"Hmm... Friendly, and what do you mean by friendly..." Dante's expression faltered, how could he make his tone so accusing, yet so light on the matter like that?
"It's nothing like that! Chill out Verge, I have you anyway," He nudged him in the arm playfully.
"Oh, and what about the kid? He looks an awful lot like you Dante. He could be your son for all I know,"
"Wha-? No! I thought he was your son first time I saw him," it was true, plus he knew he didn't have a son. It couldn't be, right? "He knows how to use your sword. And your demon chose him for a little while I guess." Vergil thought carefully about his words for a moment there. Yes, he could see why Dante would of thought that... Honestly, he had no idea why or how Nero was indeed connected to the bloodline of Sparda. Nero could take hits just like they did. Stabbed brutally by the wrong end of the sword, he'd survive. And his dashing white hair, that counted for something too, and then there was just the rest of him... Well, whatever the explanation was, they'd find out one day, if not sooner.
"I fear he'll one day see us, 'entertaining' each other, I wouldn't want to scar him for life now would I? We are twins Dante, of flesh and blood. Incest?" Their eyes met briefly, "And humans perceive that as repulsive, I'm sure Nero, wouldn't understand." He drawled in a mocking tone.
"Plus he's just a kid," Dante had to toss that in there. "Why? Is this a soft spot I sense here?" He teased, wrapping an arm around Vergil's neck playfully. "Parental instincts?"
"Hm." Vergil was unimpressed. Parental? Like in Hell he'd ever become a father... Though it was something he could see himself being. Would he be a good one? Anyway.
"Too late for that, he works at Love Planet! Ha, I got him the job personally." Rather proud of himself isn't he? One would of thought he wanted the job himself if it wasn't for his current one.
"Love planet?" he questioned, puzzled by the name. Dante blinked, ah, that's right; Vergil doesn't know what that is. Or what activities go on there exactly.
"Strippers club, he's the bartender before you get any funny ideas." Right like Nero was a stripper. Vergil shrugged, like he'd do anything to change that if it were true. He just wanted to know why he appeared so much like themselves, it's not like Sparda fathered other children. He was in love with Eva their mother, no doubt about it.
"Our father, loved our mother," he said, voicing his thoughts. Dante nodded without question.
"Like how you love me?" Vergil almost blushed with that one; he wasn't expecting such words to come from Dante's mouth so suddenly, these comments of his; they got him every time. Before he could think up a smart reply, Dante met him with a kiss, soft and gentle. He smiled against it, and kissed back appropriately; who would of thought they'd be all fluffy and sappy like this? It was far much better than being apart he had to say.
But roughness was something that could be enjoyed too. Wouldn't you think?
Dante broke from the sweet kiss, only to be brought back into another one, this time less gentle. Vergil climbed on top of him, taking the lead in this dance. He tugged Dante closer rather forcefully, not that he minded at all. Dante had the urge to reach up for his hair, and stroke his fingers through it lovingly, everything about Vergil just intrigued him to no end, everything made him fall harder for him the more he thought about it. He could never envision his life without him now, no; not like before. Now, he needed him. He always did. "Dante what are you musing on about?" Vergil muttered into his ear, closing in on his neck now; showing it some well deserved affection.
"You." He paused briefly before grinning widely. "What happened to - 'what if the kid walks in on us again' - thing,"
"I'm sure he won't..." Giving a long wet lick, "Is it not a work day?" He got that right. "And you say he works, I'm sure we will be fine..."
"Yeah fine," a small glint in his eyes. "Perfectly fine," Vergil twitched at his voice, just what was he planning?
Like he didn't know. But he had plans of his own first...
Soon the time went from 6.08PM to 6.59PM, how time flies when one is having so much fun. Dante sat dazed upon the couch, the delightfully sinful things Vergil had just committed... He wouldn't mind if he did them over again, only if they were to him of course. Dante grinned stupidly to himself, repeating the event in his head.
They both were spread across the couch, shirtless with loosely worn trousers. Vergil with his eyes half lidded beside him, Dante with a cheshires grin laid upon his handsome features. The serenity of their current setting calmed them immensely. Dante wanted this feeling to last forever.
Too bad it couldn't.
The doors instantly barged open rudely, allowing the cold air to enter without warning. The doors were constantly being abused over the past years; he was surprised he's managed to keep them alive.
Dante groaned loudly, it wasn't Nero this time, but much worse...
"Someone's having fun." Lady said aloud, Trish with an evident smirk in the background. This surely snapped Vergil fully awake, Dante was certain. He jumped up slightly, but discretely, not that Dante wouldn't notice. He removed his arm from Vergil's waist immediately, even if it was too late.
"Oh brilliant, if it isn't the harpies." Treating the two as if they were some sort of hindrance to himself, which they were at most times. Vergil threw a very much venomous look before turning away from the women. Lady's eyes twitched behind her glasses, she was going to get him back for that, just watch. Dante stood on both feet, walking over to the table now away from the tension between them. He wasn't going to be embarrassed, they both knew fairly well of the sort of relationship he had with Vergil. This shouldn't of surprised them anyway, though it was the first time they've seen them, 'together' in any way at all.
Lucky they had cleaned up afterwards. Or it would have been a much more embarrassing situation for the both of them.
Vergil sat upright, attempting to make himself seem decent, though his hair seemed to disagree. Dante kept his eyes closed for a moment, thinking of all the hell Vergil was going to put him through after this, hopefully not much but he was never a lucky guy. "So what brings you babes bursting into my shop without warning? It's not everyday you both are here, at the same time?" Oh, it wasn't often they did just that. But it did happen, just not as sudden like this.
"Nero's been missing for two days Dante." Trish cut in, she was undisturbed by the two; a demon like herself shouldn't care for such things like this anyway. Though unlike a demon, a heart is what she possessed. Vergil narrowed his eyes at the blonde; her appearance always startled or rather enraged him without fail every time. He couldn't help it, only his mother should have that appearance, no demon or angel; only her.
"Missing?" Dante repeated, how could he of not noticed? Well there were a number of reasons why he hadn't noticed but still. This was unbelievable, he couldn't of gone back to Fortuna? No way. But he was skilled at fighting; this doesn't mean he got himself captured some how on purpose? Two days? He met Vergil's icy glare, he was taking this just as serious as he was. "Any reasons why exactly?" He asked, walking around the table now; searching for his weapons. He wanted to get started on job this right away - regardless of pay.
"No." Lady answered truthfully, "We were meant to meet a day ago. He never showed up, plus there've been stories of people disappearing lately, I got called for the job; one of the victims friends claim it was something of demonic nature. I took the job and thought I'd bring Nero along." This didn't sound good.
"So you two better get up your lazy assess and search for him. I had a feeling Dante didn't know about this didn't I Lady?" Lady nodded in agreement. "This goes for you too," Trish's words directed at Vergil. He said nothing of course, not evening giving her a simple glance. It was expected.
Dante could see what was going on here clearly; he always suspected this to happen, but chose to ignore it ignorantly. It often felt as if the other three were drifting apart from him because of this problem. Not that it was true; Lady and Trish did visit no matter what. Nero came a bit more often than the two... Though he is somewhat 'afraid' of Vergil he assumed... Which was bizarre. So there were no real problems there... When Vergil spoke of him being respectful to him, he meant that there were no insults being thrown over to him from Nero. He sighed, he hoped for this never to happen, he even remembered what he told Lady those many months ago, he said he'd never leave them, he wouldn't abandon them, well? Could he truly say he was keeping his word? He hoped so. But hope wasn't always enough was it?
Dante sighed heavily some more. Before he managed to speak, Vergil cut in. "Oh we'll find the boy, don't expect us to be travelling together with you. And we'll find him first." Certain of himself. Some things about Vergil just never change.
"Come on Trish, we'll find him first." Lady threw The Kalina Ann over her shoulder in a swish, turning her back on the topless boys. Trish stood silent for a moment. She wasn't upset like Lady was, it just wasn't evident. She and Dante exchanged a look of understanding, Dante mouthed the words 'sorry' quickly before anyone else could notice (Vergil). She simply nodded; she did not want to get in the way of him and his... Lover. It was a while ago Dante convinced her not to kill (or rather shoot) him down in a slurred poor worded speech.
After they left, Dante frowned at Vergil. "What was that for? Come on Verge," he whined a little, not wanting to sound too childish to his elder brother.
"What? Do you expect me to become all friendly with them all of a sudden? Look at Mary? She hates me inside out, and that woman? Demon - after what she did to me in Hell..." he hissed darkly.
"I thought that was in the past now!" True, but one never forgets significant things so easily. Unless they are healed entirely from pass experiences entirely, or got amnesia.
"I have." He stifled back, mock hurt in his voice. Turning his head from him now, he wasn't appreciating Dante's level of volume. He was shouting, and he hated it when he shouted like that. It reminded him of bad times, times he would like to forget thank you very much.
"Fine, whatever. Let's find Nero and, we'll sort this out later. If you're never gonna get along with them what am I meant to do? I can't just, not see them."
Vergil told him calmly, "I understand that. I never told you to leave them," 'yeah not with words but actions,' Dante voiced in his head.
After a few awkward glances at each other whilst getting the rest of their clothes back on, Vergil retrieved Yamato from the upstairs bedroom right where he left it - by the drawer. By then it was already 7.25PM, but time didn't matter to devil hunters.
Already out on the streets, Dante decided to take his motorcycle this time, Vergil; not being that type of guy refused to hop on the back. Dante shrugged it off, and drove off anyway; they needed a little time apart anyway. They promised to meet in a particular place at a certain time and nodded as they went their separate ways. It was better this way; they had a higher chance of finding Nero apart then together. More areas covered... It wouldn't take as much time as it would together... and other inane excuses like that.
It's been an hour and a half now, and still no sign of Nero which was disappointing. Vergil couldn't think of any other places to search, where would a teenager like him go? It's not like him to wonder about in the dark anyway, unless he was slaying demons, which was a highly acceptable excuse.
Now he was sure he'd been kidnapped or lost or whatever the circumstances were. Perhaps he was taken by demons? Like how Lady said. He stopped half way down the road, he could hear something; a sort of scraping sound, many of them too. Did he have uninvited guests? Vergil wondered. "Hmph," like he wanted to fight right now. He continued on down the dim road, maybe it was just his imagination. Which was highly unlikely, but no one had attacked him yet; that made him certainly surprised.
This unknown road got darker as he went along, the darkness didn't bother him at all, not anymore anyway.
Dante came to mind for a brief moment, he thought about the many times they shared a bed together, sleeping; just sleeping in the dark. He promised to be there for him always, well; even though he wasn't now; it didn't matter, he wasn't a child. Besides, he'd recovered significantly now, and he too was a fighter, not some little weakling who couldn't protect another... But still. It was all the annoying girls' fault, if they hadn't of barged in like that – Vergil closed his eyes – no. He couldn't always blame them, even if they didn't get along. But shouldn't he try? Even if he heavily disliked the idea of becoming friends with them, but for Dante? He'd do anything for Dante.
His fist clutched Yamato harder in his tight grip, he recalled Nero using this sword. At least it survived all these years he'd been away, he thanked Sparda for that.
He caught it, there. He glanced at the silhouette stalking him; he knew when he was being followed; even if his back was turned. He could feel it anyway. "Foolish demons..." He uttered silently.
Oh, so now they want to fight.
CLASH. Already the impact was made, hard and fast. Blade on blade, Vergil had Yamato out in a heart beat while the other... Some sort of mutated weapon; it was infested with this grey glowing substance, most definitely demonic, if not natural. The enemy had tried to attack while his back was turned, did it not know who he was? Or was it just stupid? He couldn't kill Vergil that easily.
So he thinks.
Vergil pushed all his weight into his obstacle before him now, it was strong alright; rock hard in fact. He could feel their swords scraping against each other now, the feeling unwanted and irritating.
He was going to try this again.
Vergil deftly pulled back Yamato in a flash, and slashed it back down again this time harder. He did this all too fast, difficult for the eyes to keep up with his movements. The other staggered back, loosing its footing or just outbalanced on its own weight, giving Vergil the upper hand. For now.
He slashes the other's blade right out of its hand, watching it fall to the ground, the noise following afterwards.
Before his own sword could dive into his enemy's body, releasing its soul for good; another obstacle was in his way. What a pain. The beings hand was holding Yamato in its spidery fingers, the nails long and black; all too familiar to Vergil. Though he dared not flinch. "This sword," its voice icy. "I've watched it descend into darkness myself. How is it, it survives." It wasn't a question, he was just saying it. Vergil pulled away from him, believing him to be 'dirtying up' Yamato with his touch. Vergil met his eyes, the piercing look. He narrowed his own icy orbs back at the black beady ones.
They've stopped attacking each other now.
And the moment they did that, Vergil took his full appearance in. He noticed the horns first, they were... Mature, rough and curled over with age. But from what he saw in his face, he could have been younger than Vergil. By what a year or two? Age didn't matter here.
"K-HAHG-"
The clawed hand gripped his throat fat too tight, was it designed to be a chocker? Vergil was far too in depth with his thoughts; he shouldn't of let this happen. He cursed himself for this moment of weakness. This mysterious being with its talons and curled horns; it intrigued him; just who was he? Enough of this, he was being strangled for god sake.
It wasn't he's style, but if he'd learned a thing or two from Dante it would be this.
An audible hiss could be heard clearly from the demon, his eyes widened comically and his grip loosened a little he'd been kneed harshly between the legs, which would hurt any male mind you. Demon or human, it was very troublesome for that gender. Vergil grinned, prying his neck free; he shoved the horned devil back and threw up his katana, back into killing position. Playing dirty was so laughable, he ought to do it more often... But it would be best not too. "Sneaky bastard..." He spat, "I see some of your pride has diminished." Of course, trust a demon to speak about ones past sins. "I'm sure we all will be surprised-"
"What is your purpose here; I have no time for chit-chat. Give me a reason why I shouldn't kill you right here?" His tone emotionless, what was this demon trying to prove? He didn't like the idea of this.
"Simply because you can't." It smiled, was it mocking him? How dare he.
"Are you the one that capture that child?" He inquired quickly before he got away; he was backing away from Vergil all of a sudden. Attempting to elude him. "Tell me now." He demanded.
"Heh," That wasn't a real answer. But he was gone anyway, back into the darkness he came from. Where it originated. What is it with darkness and evil? Why were the two, always together in nearly all contexts?
"Tch." Like that demon meant anything anyway. Well that was time consuming; it was already time to meet back up with Dante too. He slowly made his way down the street once more. The moon looming above him, things were only going to get stranger and stranger, he could tell...
