Vergil sat staring across the bar. He was having trouble arranging his thought into straight lines. Everything was coming back to Dante. He shook is head and drank some more beer eyeing the bathroom where Dante had just gone into. He knew Dante didn't need to go and he found it rather erotic that Dante was having to rearrange himself because of him.

Dante swaggered back out of the toilet across the dance floor with a notable budge in his pants. Vergil grinned until Dante stopped in the middle of the dance floor. Vergil's ears picked up the unmistakeable opening chords of a song rather familiar to him. He squeezed his eyes tight shut. No not THAT song.

He felt Dante lean into the booth before he opened his eyes again to look into the wicked grin of his twin. He gulped down some more beer and hoped he wasn't going to do what he thought it was going to.

Dante gripped at his brothers shirt collar. Vergil tried to pull away, the flush rising on across his features again. willing his brother to let go of him. he could feel the familiar tentative tug on his collar that only Dante was able to do when he wanted something.

Dante knew Vergil wouldn't be able to resist him for long. He had long ago figured out a few of his weaknesses, the small chinks in his cold exterior that Dante was able to exploit for his own personal gain.

The collar tug was a winner, it never failed to get his attention. He had picked up on it from the way his mother would pester their father for his attention at time. Vergil was very like their father, from his cool crisp attitude to the precise dress sense and the grace during battle. The first time Dante had done it Vergil just stared at him and whimpered, Dante knew from that moment he would be able to get his attention anytime he required with a simple tug.

Vergil was gritting his teeth and turning to face away from Dante. Dante slipped into the booth again and used both hands to tug on his brother. Vergil turned to him and looked down into his eyes.

Dante fluttered his eyelashes up at Vergil. "Verg… come on…" he tugged a couple more times. Vergil was visibly flushed by this time, his lips were parted slightly and his breathing had become heavy.

Vergil licked his dry lips and took some more beer. "What do you want, Dante?" He tried to sound commanding, but to his ear to his horror and Dante's delight it sounded like he was giving in.

Dante shuffled closer and breathed against his bothers lips, his own only a hairbreadths away. tempting Vergil to move, teasing him with his closeness. Vergil bit his own lip and stared into Dante's eyes.

Dante whispered "Come dance with me…" Dante slid back out of the booth and took a step back to the dance floor. He swayed in time to the music and Vergil couldn't help but stare at his crouch.

"Eyes up here, Vergil…" Dante teased his brother. Vergil shook his head and looked up at his twins face. Before Vergil realised what he was doing, Dante had pulled him out of the booth and had dragged him and the bottle of tequila on to the dance floor.

Vergil shuffled nervously as Dante danced his way around his brother, trailing his hands over Vergil's arms and chest. He sang along to the tune in a low rumble in Vergil's ear gyrating against his hip. Vergil could do nothing but try to control his urge by trying to concentrate on the dancing he was doing rather than the movements Dante was making.

Dante span the bottle in his hands and popped the top off with his teeth. He passed the bottle to Vergil who took a couple deep swallows before stopping to wipe a trail of escaped drink from the corner of his mouth. Dante caught his hand and leant forward licking the tequila off his chin and lips. Softly licking at Vergil's bottom lip before tentatively kissing him. Dante was rewarded with a low growl as Vergil started to kiss him back.

Vergil was stunned, Dante was being so forward, and in public… this wasn't like him at all, although, Vergil reckoned with himself, this was a major turn on. Before Dante had a chance to move away Vergil brought his hand up behind Dante's head and broke the kiss roughly.

Vergil panted "You are being very bad, Dante…" He trailed off as he took another swig still holding onto Dante by his hair, his face inches from his.

Dante sang along to the song "I'll let you whip me if I misbehave…" and grinned at his brothers reaction.

Vergil pulled Dante forward and kissed him. Dante grunted in surprise as his mouth was flooded with a huge amount of tequila, he had to struggle to swallow it before it split out and dribbled down his chin and onto his half bare chest. Vergil pulled away and this time he grinned.

"Tut, tut, Dante…" He trailed his finger through the trail of tequila on Dante's chest. Looks like I will have to whip you…" He drew closer and breathed in Dante's ear "…with my tongue" He kissed Dante again, tasting the traces of tequila on his lips and his tongue. Dante battle with him for dominance over the kiss and Vergil relented and allowed him to take over and pull away.

Dante was now gasping for breath. He took the bottle away from Vergil who had now started to dance a little to the music. He took a few long gulps. Two can play at that game he thought. He licked along Vergil's neck and down his collar bone to the triangle of pale skin exposed by the open buttons.

Dante's fingers quickly found the next ones down and as Vergil ran his hand through his hair he undid the rest of the buttons. Vergil was unaware of this until he felt teeth graze his nipple and looked down at Dante who was looking back up at him with a cheeky look on his face.

Vergil pulled Dante up roughly and growled at him pulling his shirt closed and fumbling with the buttons. His hands were shaking as well as his knees. He didn't understand how he had just let his guard down so much to allow Dante to do that! More to the point he was almost so turned on now he felt he might burst.

Dante carried on dancing regardless rubbing himself up against Vergil making him twitch and glare at him.

"Stop it now!" Vergil was almost pleading with Dante, if he pushed him much more he might do something he didn't really want to in public. He gazed at Dante. Dante wouldn't really care much if he did, he thought, but Vergil wasn't about to take the chance.

Vergil pushed Dante away and muttered he was going to the toilet and stumbled across the dance floor almost going into the ladies. Vergil looked at the sign and realised that he was really rather drunk. The words were blurred and he was finding it hard to focus on it. Then he realised his nose was almost pressed up against it. He pushed himself away from the door and angled for the men's.

He pushed the door open and was relieved to see it was deserted. Vergil clung to the sink as he turned on the cold tap listening to the water flowing in the drain. He cupped his hands under the water and bent down to splash his face. The cool water hitting his flushed features like ice. His vision clouded as the water went in his eyes and he blindly reached for the tap to stop it.

The sound of silence filled the bathroom, it was well sound proofed against the noise of the dance floor. Vergil's heart was pounding in his chest and he was concentrating on his breathing while he wiped his face with the hem of his shirt to clear his vision. He peered in the mirror at his reflection registering that the noise level had gone up and then back down again.

Vergil turned from the mirror but could see no one, maybe someone had wanted to go then changed their mind. He ran some more cold water and splashed his face again running the water up into his hair with a flick.

He stood straight and as he wiped the excess from his face and opened his eyes, Vergil noticed that he wasn't as alone as he thought.

Dante: WTF?! STILL NO SEX?
Vergil: The tension is lost on you isn't it?
Alice: teehee