A/N: 8/5/13: For anyone who has already read this story, there is no new chapter or content. I am merely editing out some punctuation errors and improving dialogue sequence flow in ways I learned only after posting. If you wish to re-read, by all means, do so, I am always up for the attention. And reviews, I simply adore reviews. I hope that it is a smoother story. Jimli :D

A/N: Hello, everyone! So this is a new story, and it promises to be a long one. There are different parts, most of which are broken into different chapters. Different parts will be narrated by different people, and there are flashbacks. Hopefully, everything will flow smoothly. There will be lemon, there will be violence, there will be OCs. I will give specific warnings for each chapter. As always, please read and review, even if it's to say you hate it or are indifferent to it.

Some language. Bit of a lime at the end of this chapter. More like lime zest, really. ;P Oh, and I'm sorry the first chapter here is short.

Naturally, I still don't own Devil May Cry, and you know?, it's starting to look like I never will. Strange.

Kisses, Soft and Sweet - Part I

Chapter 1

He plopped down in front of me.

"I want you to stare at me the way you stare at my brother."

I ducked my head, embarrassed; he was right, I was staring at his brother, unashamedly until this one had called me on it. I glanced at him, the way his blue coat fell open, the close way his clothes fit, his handsome features, identical to his brother's of course, the slight smirk twisting his mouth, his cold, ice-blue eyes, the soft spikes of his white hair. Undeniably as stare-worthy as his twin out on the dance floor, whose body was writhing to the pounding music, undulating against the blonde and the redhead he'd been flirting with all evening.

I looked back at the blue twin. He had a bottle of Jack that was obviously exclusive, a third of the way gone, and he was tipping another shot of it into his glass. He knocked back the whiskey right after pouring it and set the shot glass back on the table. His eyes had never left my face.

"Last time I checked, it wasn't a crime to stare at an obviously handsome man like your brother. Maybe rude, but not illegal."

"Not intelligent, either."

"Beg your pardon?"

"All three of us," indicating his brother, himself, and me, "know that it will not accomplish anything, so the effort is foolish." He poured another shot and slammed it back. "You're not his type, and perversely, you would refuse him anyway."

"How do yo-"

He grunted, amused. "He's not interested in someone like you, your timidity puts him off."

"What mak-"

He snorted, somewhat less amused. "You are sitting in a dance club wearing more cloth across your generous breasts than those women are wearing over their entire bodies, as well as a knee-length skirt. You sit by yourself, sipping at a rather tame mixed drink," he poured and drank another shot, "and every male that has bothered to speak to you has been turned away with decisiveness, somewhere between disdainful scorn and apathetic disbelief for every compliment given. Dante is not interested in a woman like you, and as even he knows, if he did proposition you, you would either accept in disbelief, requiring constant reassurances from him, or you would refuse, too aware of such a thing yourself. Why would he work that hard for a woman he does not want to keep, when others are easier to obtain and require no further effort on his part?"

He fixed another shot, swallowed it, and chased it down with its own twin. I flushed, partially embarrassed, and partially angry. Yeah, he was probably right, but that actually made it worse instead of easier to hear. I glanced back out at the floor, glimpsing the red twin. He was dancing much closer to the blonde, although he hadn't quite relinquished the redhead, either. The blonde was certainly getting the majority of his attention, and his eyes carried that distinctive "bedroom" look. The blue twin calmly put away some more shots, waiting for me to look back at him. The bottle was nearly empty now.

"I have been watching you watch my brother all evening. I have fully and accurately explained why it's a waste of your time and effort, woman. I want you to stare at me the way you stare at my brother."

I looked back at his face, a little intimidated by his intensity. He smirked, amused again. I screwed up my anger and courage as he poured another shot.

"Having given me your expert analysis, why would you want me to look at you like that? Surely you wouldn't want some baggage-laden burden, so why the fuck would you come bother me over staring at you instead?"

He drank the shot before answering.

"I find you attractive. I wanted to know if the intensity of your attention would further arouse me."

Impulsively, I grabbed the shot he'd just poured, sucking it down myself, knocking the glass back onto the table in front of him. 'Timidity' he'd said; boy did that rankle. He poured the last shot, knocked it back, and knocked the glass down on the table, upside-down. I opened my mouth to say something but stopped when I noticed his brother saunter over towing the blonde. He grabbed his twin's shoulder, pulling at him gently.

"Come on, Vergil. Time to go."

My hitherto companion rose amicably, and they left, leaving me and the redhead floundering. I waited until I was relatively sure that they were gone from the street as well before leaving for home.

The next night found me at the same club, almost warily watching for the twins, instead of eagerly awaiting Dante. My mind was wandering, trying to dump my workday, when a presence at my table snapped me back to reality. It was Vergil.

"I did not know if I would find you here or not. I wish to apologize for my behavior last night. I was...drinking, and I should not have acted thus towards you. I wish to make amends."

I blinked, then shrugged. "It's not really a big deal. Truthfully, it was probably the most honest thing that happened in the whole place. I'm not offended or anything, and even if I had been last night, I got over it. Sorry about the stalker mentality with your brother. I don't know why they let me out of my cage most times. A friend of mine was kind once, said I was 'socially awkward', but I figure he actually meant 'nucking futs'."

He smiled, a soft sort of thing that still somehow looked dangerous.

"Would you allow me to take you to dinner in atonement?"

I laughed. "Atonement? Really? Sure, sweetie, if it'll make you feel better about the whole thing, but only because I miss hearing a vocabulary like yours." I frowned. "Er, sorry about the pet name. It's kind of a common practice where I'm from, and I don't really mean much by it, but it slips out now and then. They ought to lose that cage key, I think. For all they know I'm contagious or something."

"Very well. It is early yet, shall we do this tonight?"

I smiled. "Sure." I got up, took his proffered arm, and we left.

I looked at the sign, written in both kanji and romaji. "Sushi bar?" I hazarded.

"Yes. Do you like sashimi?"

I shrugged.

"I don't know. I suppose we'll find out."

He smiled that strange smile of his again.

We sat talking and eating until I couldn't put another piece down my gullet. I was having a lot of fun, and he was much politer, if more laconic, company than the previous evening. In fact, he seemed almost shy, as odd as I was finding that idea. Although he never censored me, a few of the raunchier things I said caused a faint pinking of his very pale complexion.

After dinner, I let him walk me home, all the way upstairs to my apartment. My feelings towards him were pretty warm, and I was inwardly debating on inviting him in. What the hell.

"Vergil, would you like to come in?" I expected another one of those faint pinkings, but he surprised me.

"I do not think that wise."

I tried to mask my disappointment, but perhaps didn't do a very good job of playing it cool.

"Sure. Sorry I said anything." I looked back at him, trying to give him an easy smile. He cupped my cheek, leaned down, and kissed me. It was a very soft, gentle sort of thing. His thumb tugged at the corner of my mouth, and when my lips parted, he slipped his tongue inside. He tasted wonderful, a rich, almost spicy sort of taste. I leaned into his body, felt something warm and hard against my belly, and he pulled away. Now the pink was back. He left without another word, but somehow, the silence didn't seem awkward.