Prompt 035 – Guns.

"Why do you bother with such meaningless tasks?" Vergil says, furrowing his brow at his younger brother over the top of his book.

"Huh?" Dante looks up from his chore. "I'm cleaning my guns! What?" Vergil says nothing in reply and goes back to reading. "Oh, don't give me that 'guns aren't the weapon of a true warrior' bullshit alright?" Dante snaps his guns back together and gives Vergil a pouting look.

"True warriors don't pout either." Vergil doesn't even have to look up at Dante to know he's sulking, he knows him too well.

"You're an asshole, Verge." Dante says, his pout turning into a smirk. "Besides, my guns are fucking badass, you're just jealous."

Vergil sighs and closes his book; "Is that so?"

"Oh, it be so, baby. You know I could whip your pansy ass."

"You're so childish. Will you ever grow up?"

"You grew up to soon, I wouldn't want to be a starchy fuck like you, then I'd never have any fun. None of the girls would want to fuck me!" Dante spun his guns around in a flamboyant fashion and struck them into his holsters.

"None of the girls want to fuck you now." Vergil felt himself ready to smile at his younger brother but fought back the urge. "You're too much of a baby."

"I'm the same age as you, dickhead." Dante flopped on the couch next to Vergil, a little too close.

Vergil moved away from him just a bit; "Not in your brain you're not. Besides, women don't want some guy sticking a gun in their face, it's not impressive."

"What? Not impressive like your big, long…sword?"

Vergil cleared his throat. "Don't be so crude, Dante."

"What? I'm talking about your sword?! Now who has their head in the gutter?"

"I'm going to bed now." Vergil promptly got up.

"Aww, c'mon, it was just gettin' good!"

"Goodnight, Dante."

"Vergil?"

Vergil sharply turned back to him. "What is it now? God, you're giving me a headache."

"Can I come to bed with you?" Dante put his lips in a pucker.

"Fuck you." Vergil spat and made his way upstairs.

"C'mon, Verge! At least give me a kiss goodnight!"

Vergil slammed the upstairs bedroom door and heard Dante having a good laugh for himself, and he couldn't repress his own urge to smile any longer.