Dante was lazily enjoying his Friday afternoon nap on the couch with a magazine over his face when the heavy doors of Devil May Cry were flung wide open.
"Dante! Where is it?!" A raging guttural yell from a tall lean man with white-silvery brushed up hair wearing an intricately designed azure motif overcoat.
Dante woke up startled almost rolling to the floor, dropping the magazine as he shifted his gaze towards the entrance. What the hell?! Oh fuck!
"Vergil?" His mouth was agape, wondering if he was still in a dream rubbing his eyes but the figure was still there, feeling the presence of his glowing demonic aura.
"Where is it?! I know you stole it from me?!" Vergil lunged at his twin seizing his neck by the collar of his black top with clenched teeth and furrowed eyebrows.
"What the fuck bro?! Be specific?!" (What a great day to meet your older twin after decades knowing you ended his life, or so you thought...)
"The brass compass! I know it was only you who could have gone inside since it was sealed by blood and slaughtered all the demons I purposely left inside to safeguard that place." Vergil was so pissed.
"The fuckin' Hellgate you put there was leaking from inside, we had to destroy it." Dante shoved off his brother's tight grip.
"What do you mean by 'we'?" His voice calmed slightly as he regained his composure raising an eyebrow.
"That impudent kid of yours has it." He stands up shaking off his chest and crossed his arms seeing eye to eye.
"Nero?" Vergil asked bafflingly.
"Look Verg- I haven't seen you in decades, heck thought you were dead-then um, found that ruin in Fortuna and those stuff...Let's talk it over some whisky..." Dante walks over the bar table situated next to the duke box; grabs a Jack Daniel's and a shot glass off one of the shelves with all sorts of liquor lined up.
He motioned Vergil to sit on the bar chair with the palm of his right.
"I see you've done a lot of improvement with this place." Vergil crossed his arms over the counter top as he studied the interior.
Dante pours out the velvety liquid into the glass and slides it to Vergil. He raised his own glass up. "Bottoms up."
Vergil let out casual grin, raised a toast then drank the warm tangy fluid down his throat. "Ahhh..." Great whiskey he thought to himself.
Apart from killing each other and always ending up arguing as total opposites, drinking was probably the only thing they shared in common. Liquor calms his nerves.
Dante pours out another 30mls into each of their glass as they conversed, setting aside all disputes for once. Vergil stood up as they continued on with their talk; glass in his fingers swaying it softly as the whiskey glide from within. He walks over the large desk eyeing two picture frames; one was Eva, their mother. Two gloved fingers caressed over the glass cover. The other looked more recent; his brother, a woman with dark long hair and smiling little girl with hair colour identical to that of Dante's. Vergil took the frame to eye level as he gulped down his shot.
"So you have a family of your own."
"I might bore you with the story." He quipped.
Before Vergil could reply, the sound of heeled footsteps echoed down the stairway. She was gently combing her dark long lustrous waves gingerly with her manicured fingers. She wore an under bust cream-colored corset with lacy trimmings exposing her ample cleavage; sporting dark skinny jeans and purple eyeline pumps accentuated her beauty that would drive men into a frenzy.
"Hun, I heard some commotion earlier while in the shower." She made her way down, pointed heels clicking with each step; midway, noticing the doors wide open and the handsome gentleman by her husband's desk.
Eagerly, she flounced towards him as he placed his glass down and returned the frame back to its proper place. She studied him for a moment only a few inches apart one another before lilac irises meets azure. Her soft lips ever so slightly parted. Vergil stood proud and tall but silent. Dante being just pleasantly observant continued on with more shots of liquor. Dhalia extended her index and middle finger, stroking the fine embroidery and linings on the collar of his coat; such impeccable detail she noted. Vergil remained impassive while she shifted her eyes intently along the sharp jaw line of his delicate face down his slender neck as she walked around him before meeting his gaze again giving him a placid smile.
"You must be Vergil." Tilting her head to the side with fingers positioned gracefully at the base of her chin.
"It's an honour to meet you." Vergil took her hand and kissed it as he greeted her politely. He wasn't really a man of many words like his brother. Yet his refined tastes and courteous demeanor could easily sweep ladies off their feet.
"Pleasure's all mine." She replied coyly.
Dante walked casually towards the two and his hand brushing the back of his hair.
"Sweetheart, meet my older twin brother. Vergil, this is my lovely wife Dhalia." He slid an arm around her waist.
"I sincerely apologize for this unexpected visit." He gave Dante a stern look. Dante cocked an eyebrow displeasingly giving off a sarcastic grin.
"I'm meeting up with the girls tonight; Lady's picking me up so I'll be home late." She gave her lover a passionate kiss letting him know she'd be back for more.
"You boys better behave." Strutting her way towards the open entrance, the doors gradually close from behind while she circled a finger in the air.
"Considering your terrible luck with women, I'm surprised you've found a suitable 'mate.' She's exquisitely delightful dear brother." Vergil mused with intrigue.
"Bro, I ask myself that question every time I wake up." He sits on chair propping his legs up on the table crossed as he thought to himself about a certain night.
Lemon part here I wasn't sure to disclose in fanfic. It is however in "archiveofourown" user is still "tweese"
