Authors Note
Thanks for all the reviews! I'm so glad you like it! I know you guys would love it to be a DxV fic, but I've honestly never written any yaoi before. Plus I'd like this story to be a little dark and serious. Like really serious. There will be violence and sexual assault, but I will provide warnings in advance and it won't be too graphic.
Anywho this chapter is a little longer so enjoy!
Cleaning Vergil's wounds proved to be a harder task than Dante had anticipated, if not a more awkward one. For starters, Vergil could hardly stand up on his own, so Dante had to join him in the shower and hold him for support. The walk-in shower wasn't large enough for two men, even if his long lost twin brother had lost a lot of weight. It didn't take much for their bodies to touch accidentally. It only took one jerking motion from his brother for their slick, wet bodies to touch, and that happened a lot in the few minutes that they stood there.
Secondly, he was in a lot of pain, not exactly excruciating, but enough that he wouldn't keep quiet. Dante didn't want his roommate to be disturbed out of sheep because of his brother. He could iimagine having to explain what was happening right now to the young man. That would've been so awkward, to say the least. After rinsing off Vergil's wounds, Dante applied soap all over his brother's thin figure, which proved to be pretty painful for him. His body jerked back again, causing his butt to gently collide with Dante's trimmed pelvis.
"Ah", Vergil gasped as the soap stung his wounds. His legs started to feel very weak and began to shake.
" Sorry. It'll be over soon. " Dante said in a soft voice. After rinsing Vergil off, the good part could finally begin, and hopefully the pain would be over. Dante noticed the trembling in his brother's legs and decided to end the shower then. He pulled the dark shower curtain aside and lifted his brother up to place him in an adjacent tub of warm, revitalizing water. When Dante had ventured upstairs earlier, he prepared this bath with one large vital star and a devil star, cruising them into the water. When Vergil's body touched the water he let out a deep pleasured moan. The water just felt heavenly! Vergil leaned his head back and closed his eyes, and Dante sighed in relief. Now that that was taken cared of, he could finally take his own shower.
After his shower and brushing his teeth, Dante pulled Vergil's snoozing body out of the tub. He looked so peaceful asleep. To his great pleasure and relief, his brother's wounds were nothing but faint scars now, and his body temperature had returned to normal. He let out a satisfied sigh as he wrapped a towel around his sleeping twin and one around his hair then left the room. At first Dante hadn't noticed how long his brother's snow white hair had gotten, probably because he had greater things to worry about. In his bedroom, he set his brother down on his queen sized bed and then got dressed.
"Well I guess I'll have to get you some clothes, huh?" Dante said to no one in particular. As if to respond to him, Vergil hummed in his sleep. Dante chuckled softly before a soft knock came at the door. "Yeah?"
"How was the mission?" A groggy voice inquired. He had obviously just gotten up.
"Mission?" Dante sounded really confused.
"Yeah. You said you had a 'little job to take care of', remember? Did you even go, or were you out drinking again?" He started to sound a little annoyed.
"Oh right the mission. Sorry, I kinda forgot. Had a lot on my mind. It was better than I thought it'd be. Not too easy and my coat's still in tact. " Speaking of his coat, he left it in the bathroom and the rest of his clothes.
"So what's the pay?"
Dante yawned, sat down on his bed, and looked at his brother. "We'll find out tomorrow, kid."
"I'm gonna go get somethin to eat. You want anything?" Suddenly Vergil started to cough, seemingly choking on his own saliva. He turned to his side without waking up, and stopped coughing. "Seriously man, you have someone over? I don't know how you do it. Aren't you exhausted?" Nero asked.
Dante smirked. "It isn't like that. I'll introduce you in the morning."
"No thanks. Do you want somethin or not?"
"Just some water." With that Nero went down the stairs, and Dante got up and headed for the door. When he thought the young man had gotten far enough, Dante snuck into his room. He went straight for the dresser and rummaged through the drawers until he found something that would fit his brother. When he did find something, he fixed the drawers and left the room how he found it. After dressing Vergil in navy plaid boxers and a black tank top, Nero knocked on the door and announced the arrival of the water.
Dante opened the door so that just his arm would fit through and took the glass. "Thanks." Nero said nothing and returned to his room for some more rest. Dante downed the water in one long swig and laid the glass on the nightstand. He decided he'd retrieve his clothes in the morning and climbed into bed. It had been decades since he'd shared a bed with Vergil. Memories of their nights together as children inundated his mind. A lone tear escaped his eyes, but before he could think too much about it, he drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep.
The next day, Dante was surprised to see that neither Nero or Vergil had gotten up before him, seeing how it was nearly two in the afternoon. He washed his face and took his clothes out of the bathroom. It had been a while since laundry was done, so he decided to get it out the way now, or maybe later today. He was so hungry! He put his clothes in a hamper and then headed downstairs to the kitchen. Usually he'd have pizza for breakfast, but it seemed that Nero had eaten the rest of it the day before. He sighed as he looked at the contents of the fridge. He actually had a lot food for once. He took out three eggs, a red bell pepper, some ham, and half an onion. Dante could tell Vergil would greatly benefit from a home- cooked meal, so he'd cook.
After chopping up the onions, ham, and pepper, and beating the eggs, he started a pot of coffee. After that he started cooking. To his surprise the three omelets turned out pretty good. He placed the eggs on a three plates and then returned to the fridge and retrieved some sausage patties and hash browns to heat up in the toaster oven, when Nero strolled into the kitchen. "Mornin", he said stretching and rubbing his eyes.
Dante looked at the time displayed on the oven and smirked. "Afternoon, kid." He opened the door to the toaster and deposited the cold food inside.
Nero glanced over at the time and blinked in surprise. "Holy crap! We really slept in late." He grabbed a mug and poured himself some coffee.
"Yeah, I thought you two would've gotten up before me."Dante closed the door of the toaster oven and twisted the dial. He grabbed a mug for himself and poured some coffee. Nero added some sugar and milk to his mug and began downing his drink. Two? Neo thought, taking a seat. Oh yeah his 'guest' from last night.
Dante added cream and sugar to his cup before grabbing another mug. He poured the steaming, black liquid into the cup and began adding the sugar and cream. "Three sugars, two creams", he recited to no one in particular. After all this time, he still remembered how his brother liked his coffee. Dante sat down and sipped at his coffee. They sat at the kitchen table in silence before the time on the toaster expired and a ding was heard. Dante got up and put the hot contents of the toaster onto a plate. Then he grabbed some silverware.
The younger devil hunter thanked him for the knife and fork he was given and started to dig in. Dante followed suit and devoured his food. After they finished Nero sighed in satisfaction. "Man that was good!" He said getting up to wash his plate and mug. "Who are you, and what did you do with Dante?" He joked.
"Well there's a first time for everything, I guess." He got up and grabbed a nearby tray, placing Vergil's plate of food, silverware, and cup of coffee atop it. "I wonder if we've missed any calls", Dante said thoughtfully.
"Who cares? It's the weekend. Nobody's in the mood for working." Nero said, leaving the sink and walking passed him.
"Heh, you got that right!"
When he got back to his room, his brother was still sleeping. Without closing the door behind him, Dante entered the room and sat down next to his twin's snoozing form. He sat the tray on the closest nightstand and waited patiently. Introducing him to Nero was going to be so awkward. Dante had his suspicions about Neeo's origins. He looked so much like them and somehow had their father's blood. He had even resurrected Yamato. It was possible that he could be his brother's son, but his age made it seen unlikely. He was 18, exactly half their age, and Dante seriously doubted Vergil fathered a child before or after their "heart warming family reunion", with a human no less.
He sighed. What if he is the father, or what if I...He shook his head and ran a hand down his face. Things suddenly just got even more complicated! Vergil always had a way of doing just that. Honestly Dante felt pretty guilty about not confronting Nero about it, but it wasn't like the resemblance was subtle or anything, and they shared a few personality traits. He cursed under his breath before he heard a soft groan. He turned around as Vergil finally woke up, slowly blinking open his eyes.
When his eyes fell on Dante's, he blinked a few more times, seemingly a little shocked to see him. Vergil honestly felt lost. This couldn't be real right? This was probably just another nightmare. He slowly sat up and inhaled. To his great surprise there were pleasant smells in the air instead of the usual scent of ash, blood, sweat, and sex. Vergil turned towards the smell and saw a tray of food about one foot away.
"I hope you like it. Cooking isn't really my thing." There was no response, but Vergil threw his long, thin legs over the side of the bed, now sitting side by side with his brother. "How'd you sleep last night?" He sat there silently for a while, not knowing whether or not to humor this possible imposter. He seemed so kind and realistic, so he decided to give him a chance.
Vergil finally faced him and gave a small smile."The best I have in a very long time."
To that, Dante smiled. "I'd sure hope so. It's almost three in the afternoon." Vergil's eyes widened a little. Before he could respond however, his stomach grumbled, causing a nearly unnoticeable blush to creep across his face. Dante leaned forward, picked up the tray, and handed it to him. "Eat up, okay?" He took the tray, and Dante stood up. "There's some more food downstairs if you want seconds, except for eggs." He headed for the door and heard his name, so he turned around. "Yeah?"
"...Where are you going?"
"Downstairs to shower. Nero likes using the one up here, and I don't really feel like waiting."
There was an awkward silence for a while before Dante turned around and was called again. "Brother?"
He answerer without turning around. "Yeah?"
"...Thank you." He remembered now! Dante had went through a lot of trouble to save him last night, and now he was in his home.
A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "You're welcome." With that said, Dante left the room and shut the door behind him. In the hallway he saw Nero walking towards the bathroom. He went downstairs and straight to the shower. The warm water cascaded down his body and relaxed his muscles, but did nothing for his racing mind. First Nero now him. He seems different... Is this really Vergil? What happened to him? How'd he get here? Is he Nero's father? Why did I even bring him here? What now? Pretend nothing happened?
Dante groaned and punched the tiled wall. "Why doesn't my life ever get any easier?" He couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive. Honestly his brother was probably still very dangerous, and he didn't want to put Nero in that kind of danger. Dante finally turned off the water but lingered around a little while longer. He really needed to calm down before going back upstairs.
Nero left the upstairs bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and went into his room, shutting the door behind him. He went to his dresser and opened his underwear drawer. He peered inside and immediately noticed that something was amiss. Something was obviously missing, and he knew exactly who to ask about it. What would he want with my underwear? Nero wondered with annoyance. There was no way that any of his clothes would fit the older man. Just then Nero heard slow footsteps ascending the stairs and the sound of a door closing. Right on cue.
Nero pushed the drawer shut and left his room. Without so much as a knock, Nero opened Dante's door and entered. "Hey Dante, have you..." Nero stopped talking as he realized that this man was not Dante. He looked just like him, but his hair was much longer, and he was much thinner. The man just stared at Nero for a while before moving his gaze to his right arm. Just then his arm started throbbing. The soft blue light it emitted became far brighter, and then it started to hurt.
Nero hissed through gritted teeth and placed his left hand on his demonic arm. "W-who are you?" He asked, struggling to remain calm. His arm throbbed again, and it glowed brighter. "Ah!" Nero never felt anything like this before. A blaze of demonic energy engulfed his demonic arm before it shot out and grabbed the pale stranger. He inadvertently squeezed his hand around the man as sharp pain continued to pulse through the limb.
"Ah!" Both men said in unison. Nero tried to let go, but he had no control over his arm at the moment. Nero felt like he was being drained, and to his dismay, he was. His demonic energy was being transferred to other man, but he looked as confused as Nero did. Apparently this man hadn't caused this, not on purpose anyway. The man struggled in his grasp but soon found himself feeling weak. His body wasn't strong enough to hold all this power right now.
"P-please... Let go..."
"I...can't...ngh..." What the hell is this? Nero thought while holding back a scream. Just then, his arm throbbed violently and an explosion of energy was released from his body, throwing both men back and causing the door to slam shut. The other man fell on the bed, which provided a soft landing for him. However, Nero wasn't so lucky and hit the wall hard with a strangled cry, before crashing to the floor. His towel laid against the wall in a heap, exposing him as he lied flat on his stomach.
The door slammed open shortly after, and Dante stepped inside. The scene in front of him wasn't very alarming at first. Besides his room looking like a tornado had just come through it, nothing seemed off. Vergil seemed to be sleeping again, but then he smelled it again. Blood? He thought. He stepped in further and closed the door. He gasped in surprise when he saw the young man's naked body on the floor. "Nero?" He kneeled down and then noticed his right arm. It was no longer demonic in appearance.