* Eight years later*

Dante's p.o.v

Dante came out of the shower, glanced at the mirror on the wall and stopped. He stood transfixed as he examined his naked body in the mirror, devoid of clothes and dripping wet. He had filled out recently (in all areas) and had needed to get bigger clothing for everything. To him it was a big hassle but his mother got so emotional when he said he needed new stuff. "My baby boy's growing up!" she had wailed.

Suddenly the bathroom door burst open and almost shattered against the wall. Vergil stood in the doorway taking in the scene and all its glory. "Oh... sorry" he said sulkily before replacing the bathroom door. Vergil was really moody recently Dante thought. Everything he did was always so full of anger. Although he himself had received rather a lot of praise from both his parents recently. Maybe he was just jealous? Dante shivered and remembered that he had no clothes on. He quickly got dressed in a white t-shirt and black jeans that showed off (as he thought) his rather cute ass.

Descending the staircase and entering the dining room, Dante puzzled over his brothers recent change of attitude. He knew that Vergil had always been very different from him and that there was no way they would ever be the same but he still couldn't work out what was wrong. They had never been especially close but he was still his brother and he did care about him even if he didn't want to admit it out loud. As he sat down for dinner, Vergil walked in looking as sulky as ever. Maybe it was just a front. Maybe he was just feeling little under the weather and was trying to be all tough about it? Who could tell with Vergil?

Vergil's p.o.v

I walked into the dining room to find Dante looking at me curiously, like he was scanning me with his eyes and although it was nice to have his attention for once, i looked away from him and sat down in my usual chair across from the boy wonder. All through dinner he kept giving me what he thought were covert glances but I could see them a mile away. He really needed to work on his sneak skills. Wait. Does this mean that I'm finally better at something than Dante? Could it be true? I smiled to myself at this realization and gave myself a small moment of emotion before I reigned it back in again. I couldn't have my image ruined by a stray moment of emotion. That would ruin everything.

I had noticed some small things recently. Small things that no one else would notice. All his clothes had gotten bigger and I mean all of them (even his boxers) and he tended to shower every day before dinner. That was odd. He never used to do that before. Also other things had gotten bigger... on Dante's person. When i accidentally saw him in the bathroom earlier I didn't fail to take in the view. His whole body has become more muscular than it was and although it's a bit weird to think... I kind of like it. He's really quite hot now. His big muscular arms, his 6-pack even his cute ass which he constantly taunts me with using that same damn pair of jeans. I know I shouldn't really be thinking this about my own brother but i can't stop. Everything he does is so erotic. That's why I have been more moody than usually, i admit i have been but it's to cover up the fact that I'm feeling so damn horny all the time. What should I do? What can I do? I can hardly just go up to him and say that I find my own brother hot! Maybe i should tell mum. But what if it's not right? What if mum hates me for it? I can't just stop doing something I've done for the past 6 months. Bad habits die hard. Maybe I'll wait until the time is right...

Eva's p.o.v

"I'm worried about Vergil, Sparda." Eva sighed as they sat down in their lounge. "He's been acting really strange recently and I'm starting to wonder if there's something funny going on." she glanced at Sparda for support and he looked back at her. "mm, I'm afraid i can't really tell you what it means love maybe he's just growing up?" he replied. "Oh it doesn't matter", she sighed, defeated. Maybe she would have to go and talk to Vergil herself. Mum on son. That would maybe work.

With this in mind she stood from her chair and made her way up the stairs to the boy's room. Dante was probably long gone but Vergil somehow managed to stay up all hours of the night and still look as fresh as a daisy in a newly sprung field. The moment of truth approached and Eva wondered what repercussions her little chat might have.

The early morning light made Eva feel tired. She had been up most of the night worrying about Vergil. This wasn't doing her or Sparda much good as her distress was affecting him. There was no cure for the illness she had. Worry. The only answer was to talk to Vergil but how do you approach a subject like that? You can't just say, "Oh Vergil, I think you've been acting really strange lately, is everything ok?" Eva rolled in bed once more as restless as ever. This was such a difficult time for him she knew. He was growing up so fast, maybe Dante needed to spend more time with him? She would talk to Vergil first. She didn't want to end up doing the wrong thing.

Vergil's p.o.v.

Oh the torture. It's been only a few days since my last diary entry and things are only getting worse. And it doesn't help that Dante sleeps in the same room as me. Mum is getting worried recently and although I'm not sure I think it's about me. I don't like being the cause of her stress but there's not much I can do under these particular circumstances. I don't think Dante has suspected anything yet, my covert glances have not been noticed but each time I look at him I'm only torturing myself. I want what I can't have and that really annoys me. I'm no spoilt brat but I always find a way to get what I want and in this particular case... the planning may take a while.

Dante's p.o.v.

Vergil is such an idiot. He thinks I haven't noticed his little covert glances at me. And to be quite frank, it's really starting to bug me. Why doesn't he just do it already? I know he wants to. When I was in the bathroom yesterday I remembered that incident when Vergil burst in. Thinking back his eyes were very wandering. Since that realization, I've noticed that he looks at me all the time. I never noticed before but now that I have it's really bugging me. Maybe he just needs a little push in the right direction... I think I can maybe think of something.

I'm down in the drawing room and Vergil's just come in. What do i do? I'm still not finished with the planning. It's harder than I thought. He's sat next to me now. Out of the whole of the drawing room he chooses here... on the sofa... with me... maybe the plans not finished but when opportunity knocks...

Dante scooted infinitesimally closer to Vergil. Vergil noticed. He also moved closer. The two boys were getting closer and closer until their forearms were touching. They both stopped. Dante looked at Vergil. This was it. It was now or never.