For now

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Warning: This story contains incest, language and gore, please do not read if you are offended by this.

By Midnight: Fear and Fuckery

"..ante."

Dante stirred slightly but didn't open his eyes, choosing instead to snuggle deeper into the bed. The voice called him again and his head gave an unpleasant throb. Suddenly light flooded the room and Lady's voice boomed around his head.

"Dante, it's time to get up and fix my motorcycle." She said cheerily, watching in mild amusement as the silver haired man dove under his blankets.

"Lady, turn off the goddamn sun!" Came the muffled, groggy voice from under the covers.

She rolled her eyes and dropped the blinds a bit. "I'm keeping your pants by the way, there's absolutely nothing I can do for my skirt and besides," she threw an appreciative look down at herself "They make my ass look great." She had to lean down to hear to hear his reply. "Vergil? He tried to wait for you to wake up but he had to go to work." Another pause as a disgruntled voice was passed through a few layers of cotton. "It's not early you dumbass, it's past noon! No, that's it; time to get up."

The string of profanities that emerged when she ripped the blankets away was so obscene that she actually paused. "Nice. Well, when you deign to get up, Vergil left something for you in the kitchen. I'm going home and I really don't care how it gets fixed but you have three days to do it." And with that she turned on her heel, pulled the blinds all the way up again and left.

"God fucking DAMNIT." He hissed as the hangover sank its claws into his skull and grabbed the blankets from the floor, wrapping them around himself before skulking to the kitchen. Inside was a cup of coffee with a plate set on top to keep it warm and two aspirin. He sat on the floor of the kitchen instead of going back into the light filled bedroom and drank his coffee, sighing in relief as the hangover finally started to recede. He struggled to his feet and washed out the cup, noticing a note on the fridge as he did.

Dante, we should talk. How to you feel about eating out tonight?

-Vergil

Dante chewed his lip nervously. "Damn Verg, ominous enough?" Note in hand, he went downstairs to the phone. He picked it up. Hung it up. Picked it up again and dialled. Hung up and swore a bit about misdialing. Glaring at the phone Dante picked it up and dialled ferociously. "Hey... Yeah I know, I was just wondering if you wanted me to pick you up after work... Well I'm just about to start fixing them. The damage to ours wasn't all that bad... well I'm just that good! 'Kay, I'll see you later."

He hung up the phone and slid down onto his desk. Okay, so that hadn't been all that bad. There had been nothing in Vergil's voice that led him to think something was wrong. "Better get to work..." He muttered and set out into the day.

Vergil had waited and waited for Dante to wake up but when he looked at the clock and saw that he was already two hours late for work he scribbled out a quick note and set a plate on the cup of coffee he brewed before running out and catching a cab. He did not relax in the cab and began immediately calling any computer company who could come in and fix the problem.

Charging into the office the secretary immediately handed him the day's schedule. "Mr. Charm is not happy Vergil; he wants to see you in his office ASAP!"

Vergil cringed inwardly but gave her a small nod. "Thanks Cheryl, I'll get over there now."

On his way through the hall he almost collided with Jones who mumbled a distracted apology before Vergil was hauled sideways into an office.

"Mr. Charm I-"

"Sh." The other man peered through the blinds briefly before turning back to face him. "Good, Jones is gone, and now I would very much like an explanation as to why our client files are missing."

"Sir, late last night there was an accident involving the main computer. Now, I believe we have backup disks somewhere but I've been unable to locate them as of yet."

Mr. Charm nodded impatiently. "Yes, but what about the hard copies?"

"We don't keep hard copies for the sake of our client's privacy."

"Damnit!" Vergil's employer sat down in his desk and whacked his head against it before straightening in his chair. "This is why I hate computers... They're so damn unreliable!" He let out a long sigh. "Have a seat Vergil, I'm not angry at you, I'm just concerned." He began to scribble onto a piece of paper similar to many others all over the office.

"Another poem Sir?"

A weary smile. "Nothing else calms me down quite like it. You must have something like that."

"Yes, I suppose I do." Suddenly Vergil's cell phone rang and upon seeing who it was he had to fight back a smile at the coincidence. "I'm sorry Mr. Charm I have to take this." And with a nod of consent he pressed the talk button. "Dante, I'm at work." A slight frown creased his face. "I'm not sure if you remember but our bike is broken... Still, it would take a professional to fix it that quickly... Alright well if you're certain then I'll see you tonight." He snapped the phone shut and sighed, rubbing his temples with his fingertips.

"Trouble at home?" Vergil jumped slightly at his boss' voice cutting the silence. The man was watching him intently.

"A little I suppose." The silver haired man admitted reluctantly. "Nothing that can't be fixed though."

"I'm sorry to hear that. About the trouble, not about the ease with which it will be fixed." He corrected himself quickly. "Would you like to talk about it over dinner?"

Vergil froze, now looking at his employer warily. "I'm sorry sir, I already have someone that I-"

"Oh! No, you misunderstand me. I'm married; I was simply speaking as a co-worker."

There was an awkward pause before Vergil said: "You were concerned about something?"

"Yes, I'm not sure if you heard about this already but there has been a string of murders recently." He paused to see if his employee had heard this before and continued once he received a nod. "Well, the victims had two things in common, the first being that they were all quite wealthy and the second being that they were all clients of ours."

Vergil's eyes widened slightly. "How do you know this?"

"I have a friend in the police department; they will be coming to question us tomorrow. Anyway I've probably said too much already, but I just wanted to tell you beforehand. Be careful, I'd hate to lose my best worker."

The meeting was over and they both knew it. "Thank you, sir." Vergil smiled tightly and got up to leave but a hand snagged his arm.

"When trouble comes don't sit and stew, say my name; I'll come to you." Mr. Charm beamed. "What do you think?"

The sliver haired man swallowed. "If you don't mind me saying, it isn't one of your best." After that he politely excused himself and fled to his own cubicle.

After fixing their bike, Dante barely had time to shower all of the grime away before speeding off to go see his brother. He hated sitting outside the building, the way people looked at him pissed him off.

Thankfully he didn't have to wait long before Vergil came out of the building. He raised his hand to wave his brother over but didn't get any acknowledgement in return.

"Something up?" He asked as the older twin swung onto their bike.

"Just... an odd day at work. I have some information for Lady but... I am very glad that you are here. Things today were just-" He broke off, putting his arms around his twin. "Please drive."

Normally Dante would've put up more of a fuss but as his brother was almost cutting off his air supply he simply asked for directions and drove quickly. On the surprisingly long drive he tried a few times to make conversation but gave up pretty quickly and just sped up.

The restaurant was nice enough, not too fancy but not shabby. The two men slid into a booth and ordered before Vergil began filling him in.

"-and the office is in a high state of panic, I walked in on Jones rocking back and forth saying 'I can't do this' repeatedly and the others aren't doing much better. Mr. Charm is looking everywhere for those backup disks but I really don't think that he will be able to find them because I have been over the office thrice and I-"

"Whoa, Verg calm down, there are two problems with your story. First of all your boss' name is Mr. Charm; secondly, you just used the word thrice in a goddamn sentence."

It was a struggle not to grin when Vergil gave him a look that could make paint peel off of the walls but then to his surprise his older twin seemed to deflate slightly.

"I apologise, this is not what I meant to talk about tonight." His brother said, lowering his voice as their food arrived. "You see, when I came home and you were dead to the world Lady had words with me."

Dante felt a twinge of discomfort in his stomach. He couldn't remember exactly what he said last night but he could almost guarantee that it hadn't been very nice. He cursed her silently for getting him that drunk before grumbling out: "Yeah, she does that. I'm gonna go ahead and say sorry ahead of time for whatever I said that she told you about."

"Hm? Oh, no, she didn't say anything particularly disparaging, simply that we needed to communicate better; that we are both trying to save the other without explaining ourselves better. I must admit that I have noticed this too, I just wasn't willing to take the time to talk to you. Something I regret."

The younger of the two picked at his food, gnawing at his lip. "I did try you know. I should've talked to you about the debt sooner but I really thought I could make it go away before you noticed." He looked up semi-defiantly at his brother's calm face. "I know I haven't been that supportive of your job but... I'm sorry your day sucked ass."

Vergil started to laugh and almost choked on a piece of steak. "Eloquently put. Thank you for the thought though, it was... sweet." Dante felt Vergil's knee brush his leg appreciatively and saw a spark in his eyes that anyone else would dismiss as nothing. He knew better. That was happiness kept secret from other people. It was just for the two of them.

"I guess my major beef with your job is that I never get to see you anymore." The younger said between bites. "Sex all by yourself gets pretty boring really fast." He grinned as he got the desired spit take from his twin.

"Would you keep your voice down?" Vergil hissed, but the spark was still there.

"I dunno man, I guess I just feel like a wife waiting for you to get back home and plough me." Dante sighed and shrugged, though he had lowered his voice substantially. "I gotta be a man too sometimes, you know?"

Now Vergil was deliberately ignoring him, saying rather loudly; "I think I'd like a car. I mean, you've done a great job fixing up our bike, but sometimes a car would simply be more convenient, and right now I think we can afford to get a nice one."

Dante was only half listening though as Vergil's hand had started to move up his thigh, stroking ever so delicately. He threw a shocked/pleased look at his seemingly indifferent twin, trying to keep his own face as straight as possible. "A car, huh? What's... wrong with the... bike?" He sank his teeth into his lip as a finger ghosted over his growing erection.

"Oh you know, to carry things and such. Admittedly I do prefer motorcycles but I think we should get something bigger."

"Shit." Dante bit his hand before standing abruptly and slamming money down on the table. "We're continuing this conversation outside. No one here needs to hear about our fucking business transactions and I'm not staying another goddamn second." He stormed out, pausing just long enough outside the door so that Vergil could see him head down an alley to the right.

As soon as his twin had caught up with him in the darkness he grabbed him and plunged his tongue into the other man's mouth, putting up a brief fight for dominance before allowing himself to be pushed against the wall. Dante let out a deep moan as Vergil's knee rubbed between his legs.

"You're a fucking tease, you know that Verg?"

"You love it." Vergil purred into his ear, catching the lobe between his teeth and nibbling.

"Fuck!" Dante jutted his hips forward, seeking the friction he knew his brother could provide.

"Think you can keep quiet? We wouldn't want to be caught here." And though Dante couldn't see Vergil's face he could tell that the other was smirking.

"Fuck you." He groaned in frustration keeping his voice low in hopes of getting relief.

"Perhaps later in a place that isn't so filthy, however I can't leave you with nothing; that would be cruel."

Dante was about to swear again when his twin dropped to his knees, unzipped his pants and licked a line down the underside of his cock. He had to bite his fist to keep from calling out but he couldn't stop a muffled moan from escaping when Vergil wrapped his mouth around the tip and sucked.

"Dammit Vergil." He whispered after he wrenched his hand from his mouth to bury it in his brother's hair. That deliciously hot mouth slid up and down his shaft, sucking and licking until Dante let out a cry out pleasure and released into Vergil's mouth.

He heard shuffling as the other man stood and presumably tidied himself. "You know, I'm fairly certain half the neighbourhood heard that." The elder said dryly.

Dante smiled sheepishly before tucking himself back in and zipping up his jeans. "Sorry 'bout that, it's just been a long time since we-"

Crash

"Aw hell, what now?" He glared at the mass that had just fallen beside him.

"Give me a moment." Vergil muttered, shining the light of his cell phone on the thing before breathing in sharply.

The body lay broken and dead with its stomach slit open and its hand grasping at its own entrails. By the looks of things it had tried to devour the innards before it died. The eyes were rolled back and appeared to be somewhat sunken in, with flecks of foam and blood around its mouth.

"Dante, we have to get away from here."

Dante only hesitated for a second but that was long enough for his brother's hand to reach out and snag his arm, hauling him back to the bike at a demonic speed he hadn't seen in a while. "Drive!"

The younger hit the gas and they were off in moments, screeching around the corner and heading home at breakneck speeds. He didn't say anything out loud but he could feel Vergil's body rigid against his, could feel the note of panic that sailed through his twin but he waited. Once they got back to the shop and Vergil did an almost frantic search before locking the doors and holding Yamato as stiffly as he used to.

"Vergil, what's the matter with you! You've seen shit like this before, we both have! Weapons or not we could take whatever did that! Why are you so shaken up?"

His brother's face was like a mask of frost and his voice was clipped. "First of all, we couldn't afford to be there when the police showed up; secondly, that man was not only a higher up in society, it was a respected demon of significant power. And finally..." He drew in a deep breath to steady himself. "That was another one of my company's clients, so Mr. Charm was right. Whatever is doing this is targeting those connected with my company, and because of me, that means we could be next."

Dante glared at his icy twin, but conceded his point. "Okay, so we got more info of how this thing kills and who it's targeting, what happens now?"

"Now, we call Lady."

Hooray! Third chapter done pretty damn quickly even though I'm really not pleased with the chapter names. I regret to inform you all that the next chapter won't be up for another two weeks or so but I hope that you like what is already here. Please continue to read, enjoy, and (hopefully) review!