Next chapter, woot woot! Getting into some interesting things. Hope you like it.
WARNING: Hot man sex/incest in later chapters, profanity, don't like, don't read.
Chapter 3
That memory is among my favorites, dear brother. We didn't have sex that night, climbing into bed to just encompass each other in a tight, loving embrace the whole night. I have found that love is a feeling that conquers. Cliché as it seems, I have found it to hold truth and the thought has kept me sane for some time now, wandering these planes, looking for a way out of this world to make my way back to you. ….
And I've found it Dante. I've finally found the portal. I have to summon it. It may take a little while, seeing as I'm tired from traveling in this Hell, but I've found it. This may not take as long I originally thought to get back to you…..
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"Boys, time to get up!"
Our bedroom's massive, oak door opened to present us with our mother's voice, high pitched and threaded with sweetness. She was infinitely human in her ways and tried, it seemed to her best, to treat us like humans as well. I despised it. We may have had human blood in our veins, but it didn't mean that we should act like we were full-blooded, pathetic scoundrels.
I opened my icy eyes, a grin coming to my face when I felt you snuggle closer to me, not wanting to let go. I had waited for this for some time now, even if I hadn't admitted it till the night before.
Eva's body language said what her mouth couldn't form words for. She was disgusted by the way we were. I could smell it coming from her small frame, the scent coating my nostrils as I sat up, doing well not to wake you. She automatically assumed we were having sex though we were both clothed. It was a reasonable reaction considering who she was, and that there was really no other reason for us to be cuddling in my bed when you had a king-sized of your own across the room. She would never understand, of course. Human rules do not apply to us. What stretches, or breaks, the moral fiber of humans is natural to the demon. Our blood meant that our union was perfectly normal. She would refuse to see it that way, I knew that, but did it phase me? No. Besides, we would be doing exactly what she'd assumed we were doing later on. Why no let her realize it now?
"Vergil, why is Dante in bed with you?"
I kept my icy glare piercing right into her dull, brown gaze. I didn't have to tell her.
"Vergil" She gasped, holding a hand to her heart, something she had grown accustom to doing. Her expression was one of complete horror, switching her widened eyes between me and you. It humored me. Humans couldn't grasp things such as this.
"You're, you're…..sleeping with your brother?" She managed to say the words, trying to reach the even tone she would normally have used with us.
"I sleep with him every night, mother" I replied simply
She narrowed her eyes to slits, "Vergil, I don't appreciate your attitude. I mean, you're, uhm….having sex with him?"
I just smiled at her, seeing the horror return to her face. She looked as though she was going to vomit and, once again, it humored me.
"I, uh, I'm telling your father." She edged to the door, just as you roused form slumber, "He'll talk to you out in the garden. This is sick…." She left quickly, probably to go regurgitate her breakfast. You nuzzled your head into my neck, opening one eye at a time. You were so beautiful. "What did mom want?" you asked, your voice sill laden with the confines of slumber.
" Just waking us up, brother. Father wants us in the garden".
"Oh" you rubbed your eyes, stretched, and ran a hand through your soft hair. I wanted to kiss you then, perhaps even take you all at that moment, but decided that was better left for the night. Father didn't condone tardiness; not on lesson days.
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The garden was where we gathered in The Dark Knight's presence, to gain knowledge of various kinds from the brain of the great Sparda. I always tingled with excitement, annoyed with myself at the ridiculousness of it, when we were called down among the lilies and hydrangeas to learn. What did today hold? Sparring? Language?
I knew one thing for sure. Mother would tell him about us, probably starting a fight, and we would be lectured on the topic. I was certain that Father would know it was but natural for us. I had not a single worry.
You, on the other hand, wouldn't be so ready to throw mother's opinion out and keep only our Father's. Of that, I was also sure.
"So Verge," You began as we made our way down the steps to the garden, "You did mean what you said last night….."
I stopped on the step ahead of you, putting out a hand to stop you as well, "Why would you think other wise?"
'I'm just asking"
I had to laugh just a little, something I didn't do incredibly often, "I meant it with up-most sincerity, brother. The love I hold for you is dearer than what I hold for anything else."
You let an odd pink color tint those pale cheeks, "What's dad gonna think?"
I dropped my hand and proceeded down the steps with you beside me, "He will say it's only natural. Demons, regardless of full or half blooded, do not abide by the same rule of humans."
"What abo-"
"Mother?" I finished your sentence.
"She won't like it." You gave a grunt, "She's such a downer sometimes, bro. We'll just have to fuck when she's asleep." You stepped ahead of me, reaching the elegant flowers before I did. How many surprises did you hold for me? And, how many pictures could you plant in my head? Shaking away those tantalizing pictures, I came to stand beside you in Sparda's presence.
Our Father chose to keep a human form in use, though I have to say, his demonic form was one much more intimidating. He was colossal compared even to us. His height was at least seven feet, his shoulders broad, his body muscled far beyond what ours could ever be. His hair was white like ours, but where our eyes were blue, his were ceaselessly crimson, unable to hide his true nature. His features were angular and he spoke with a voice that made me, and you too, want to assume the fetal position if it rose anything above an even tone. He wasn't an entity of anger, however, as I'm sure you know, and he approached situations in a way that displayed similarity to how I would. He was, undeniably, nothing short of awe inspiring.
"My sons" he smiled as we bowed before him, "Please stand. I am your father, not your lord."
"Are we sparring today?" You asked. I could tell that you itched for a fight. Your restlessness was obvious. I made a mental not to challenge that later.
"Not today, Dante" he gestured toward the stone seat between the rose bushes, "Set your weapons aside. We have much to discuss."
Mother had told him. I was prepared for anything he had to say on the subject.
"You too, Vergil. You will not need Yamoto today."
I, too, laid my weapon on the stone seat, right beside you're precious Rebellion. They had been 13th birthday gifts from Father. Funny how he'd given us weapons to match our personality.
"Sons" he began, motioning for us to sit with him, making the situation less intimidating, or so he thought, "You're mother has told me some interesting things about you. I believe we should discuss them."
You fidgeted. Despite what you had said on the stairs, you weren't going to handle it as well as I could. Of course, that was the case with most things. I approached everything with the collection suitable for a stone statue…Something I would later see as unhealthy.
"Tell me, Vergil" He had turned to me, his usual black dress shirt undone two buttons, "When did you and your brother start sleeping together?"
"We haven't yet" you spoke up.
"Dante, I'm addressing your brother. Please wait your turn."
You held up your hands, "Sorry dad."
"He is correct father. We haven't had those kinds of relations yet. However, we do feel a great deal for each other. We feel for each other in a way that disturbs mother, but It feels natural to us. I have confidence that you understand."
He nodded, "I do, son. It is common for demons to have relationships, whether only sexual or emotional, with their siblings. I see no issue with it, but your mother" he stopped and sighed, "Is human. She is bound by the rules of this world and she refuses to see that there is nothing wrong."
I felt anger grow inside me. He was going to make us hide it, to stay in the shadows and pretend we didn't feel for each other. I hated the idea of having to pretend there was nothing there, especially since I had called upon all of my courage last night to tell you how I truly felt. It was unfair, brother.
"But dad" you spoke up again, "Can't mom just ignore it or something? I mean, it's not that bad, is it?"
Our father sighed again, "I wish it were that simple, Dante. I think it's a wonderful thing. All I can say is to not be blatant around your mother."
"That's nonsense" I snorted.
"Vergil, you will not speak that way of your mother. She may be human, but she has raised you and loves you. She deserves your respect and if that means being discrete, that's what will be done."
"Fine" I sneered, "I'll play be these rules. I mean no disrespect, Father, but I think this should be an occasion of celebration, not of hiding away. I feel great disappointment that our own mother, regardless of race, has a problem with us. Perhaps, she should keep her nose out of it in the first place."
Sparda sat quietly for a moment and I received a look form you that said I should have held my tongue. No matter, I said what I needed to. If I was going to get knocked unconscious for my unruliness, the so be it. Truth needs to be spoken.
"You are correct, my son. You should be able to love Dante freely." He looked upon you, "Dante, Maybe you understand this better?"
You shrugged, "As long as we love each other, does it really matter?"
I couldn't contain a smile. You held that capability to see things more simplistically. I could taste the disdain in my mouth, but alas, I knew you were right. As long as what we had was real, it inevitably didn't matter what mother thought, or how we displayed it in her presence. Hidden or not, it was there and real.
"I'm glad you see it that way, son." he cleared his throat, "That brings me to something else. Dante, this deals solely with you. At least for now."
You sat up straight, "What is it?"
"Maturity"
I was unsure of what The Dark Knight meant at first. In your case, maturity meant many things. He could mean that you should stop acting childish, which I agreed with, or that your demonic trigger would be making an appearance soon, which was unsettling to me, in a way, seeing as I was older, stronger, and more capable of handling myself when it came time for my demonic side to show itself more physically. I did realize what he meant as I remembered a book I'd been translating in the study.
"Whoa" you laughed, "We had this discussion when I was like, what, 14?"
"That's different, Dante. I'm talking about your demonic side's heat."
I wish you could have seen your face, brother. You acted as if father had called you a bitch.
"Heat?" You asked, that little attitude of your own coming out.
"It happens to all Demons around the age of 18. I can sense your's will be soon"
"So, what happens? Do I like, explode or something?" You and your sarcastic ways.
"You're demonic side will want to mate, brother" I answered your question, recalling from memory what little I had translated, "It happens for the first time when you find someone you desire."
"Very good, Vergil" Father seemed pleased, "You've been reading again."
"Well, good news for you" You gave me a look that I'd rather you not have given in front of the Dark Knight. It made a pleasurable shiver go up my spine, anticipation growing even more inside me. "How long will it last?"
"Any where from a week to a month. It depends on the demon" he smelt the air, "It'll be a few days before you begin."
His full-bloodedness allowed for his keener senses and I envied it. No matter. What I was more worried about was if you'd find your Trigger before me. The heating didn't matter to me, but the Trigger was something I wanted to experience before you. Call me an envious bastard, but it was a taste I wanted to savor first.
"Will he Trigger?" I asked, an icy tone taking my voice. I couldn't help myself. I loved you, but this was a matter of power….and I was more powerful. I loved power.
"I have to say that I do not know, my son. Sometimes heat leads to that, sometimes it doesn't. It is dependant on the demon. For Dante," he looked at you, "I think it unlikely."
"Whatever" You stood, "As long as I don't get smaller or anything, I'll be peachy."
Why did you say things like that in front of our father? It was inappropriate. To be quite honest, even though I found it cute sometimes, it was no way to conduct yourself in front of one of the greatest demons. I had to retain myself from punching you halfway across the grounds. If I didn't love you, I would have already done it.
Sparda gave his smile, the one that was surprisingly calming, " You might be in for a interesting time, my son. I hope you two can keep things quiet. I don't want your mother yelling to me again. I'll need her help to set a protection spell on the house."
"No prob, pops" You grabbed Rebellion, "So, is that it for today?"
"You're so hopeful to get out of lessons, Dante. Sit. We have yet to begin our history lesson for today"
You groaned and I smirked at you.
