Disclaimer: Devil May Cry and all of its characters belongs to Capcom.

Warnings: Language, Violence, Booze, Twincest, Blindfolds, Demon Sex, and Nero's Backstory That Capcom Pulled Out Of Their Ass (mPreg)

Mission Ten:

Locking Horns

Vergil woke up to feeling of Dante's scaly arm around his torso. Dante's devil trigger hadn't stopped since their fusion the night before. They had a long tiresome talk about switching places. Vergil wanted to refuse, calling his brother a coward for not facing his friends. They couldn't just hide a baby from them after it was born. They almost broke out into bloody brawl, but both of them were too tired to fight. They both were tired of being at odds. Vergil certainly was. So Vergil gave in to his brother's desire to hide, just so there wouldn't be a repeat of their history. He wanted their relationship to work out this time. They promised.

They went straight to Dante's bed together, still brothers, and still lovers, with their argument pushed away with soft kisses. It was almost weird to be sleeping in the same bed again for the first time in years, and yet they had been screwing each other raw for weeks. It was a different kind of intimacy, and strangely it made something in his once cold dead heart pulse with warmth. Vergil had gone years with sleeping with one eye open waiting for some demon to sneak up on him at his most vulnerable. Now he was snuggling his bare back closer into the arms of a demon, his own twin he had once tried to kill no less.

Vergil smile warmly, and rolled over so he was on top of Dante. His glowing red eyes opened, and he grinned up at Vergil with sharp fangs glinting dangerously. "Morning, Verge!"

Vergil traced Dante's face with a finger, admiring his twin's demon form. It was no wonder that the Order of the Sword wanted Dante for their "savior". Dante looked every bit the princely son of Sparda that he was. Vergil kissed his twin deeply. When they parted Vergil whispered sultrily into Dante's ear, "How about I give you breakfast, brother?"

Dante licked Vergil's neck were he left his mating mark, and nibbled on Vergil's ear. "Mmm... Sounds delicious."

Vergil hand ducked under the sheets, and found Dante's quickly hardening shaft. Vergil gave Dante a smirk before lowering his head to his twin's erection. When he slid Dante's member into his mouth, Dante rewarded him with a strangled cry, pleading for more. Vergil gladly obliged, giving the head a hard suck. Dante gasped, "Vergil!"

Vergil sucked harder, and let the member slide out of his mouth with an audible pop. Dante whimpered at the loss. Then his red eyes widened when he saw Vergil straddling his hips. "Verge? I haven't topped you in years! Are you sure?"

Vergil nodded. "After all that we've been through, I want this." Vergil growled. "Even though the last time you topped me was because you cheated at a coin toss!"

Dante grinned sheepishly. "I said I was sorry... So are you..." Dante trailed off awkwardly.

Vergil rolled his eyes and grabbed a bottle of lube, and box of magnums. "Yes, but I will not be taking any chances this time."

Vergil ripped open the foil of the condom, and swiftly slid it on to his brother's erect member. He slicked it up with more lube. He hadn't bottomed in years, and in Dante's current form, his twin could end up being a huge pain in his ass, literally. More than he usually was anyway.

Vergil carefully positioned himself, and slowly sank down onto Dante's shaft. He hissed as he felt the head fully entered him. Dante panted beneath him. "Vergil! Damn, you're tight!"

Vergil finally sank down all the way to the hilt. Dante had gotten bigger since they were teenagers, and it made him feel sixteen again when Dante took his virginity. It made him ache, and sigh with pleasure at the feeling of being full, and complete. It had been too long. Vergil looked down at his twin's demonic features twisted with pleasure, and raw need. Dante was panting like an animal, wordlessly begging for Vergil to move. Vergil smiled, at the familiarity of it all. "How I missed this brother! You inside of me, and begging me to ride you into ecstasy!"

Dante let out a animalistic growl, and writhed uselessly beneath Vergil. "Come on, Verge! Move damn it!"

Vergil clicked his tongue, and wagged his finger. "Ah-ah, my dear brother. Say the magic words first."

Dante moaned, the sound shooting straight to Vergil's own member. How he loved that sound. "Please? Big brother?"

Vergil chuckled, and crooned into his twin's ear. "Since you've been so good..." He slowly lifted himself up, and sank down quickly, making Dante gasp. "I'll give you what you want."

Vergil set out an achingly slow pace as he rode his brother's shaft. It wasn't long until Dante got impatient, and dug his claws into Vergil's hips, and caused Vergil to tumble onto his back with his legs around Dante's hips. Dante thrust himself wildly into Vergil, ramming it in with great force. Vergil growled, feeling his own devil trigger crawl just beneath his skin. He grinned predatorily at Dante. "Oh, so that's how it's going to be!"

Vergil wrapped his arms around Dante, and rolled them over, pinning Dante beneath him. Dante bucked erratically into Vergil, making him gasp with pleasure as Dante hit his prostrate. "What's wrong, big brother? Are you finishing so soon?"

Vergil glared at Dante with blood red eyes, and devil triggered. There was no way he was letting Dante win this one. Vergil grinned with excitement, feeling his own, and his twin's natural competitive streak rear its head. He loved Dante, whether it was fighting him, or making love to him. He loved all of it, especially when they did both. Vergil growled as his blood coursed with the heat of battle, and pleasure. "I will not be beaten so easily, my dear brother!"

Vergil attacked Dante's neck, with tongue, and teeth. Mercilessly sucking, nibbling, and licking all of his brother's weak points. Dante shivered beneath him as Vergil sank his teeth into his neck, deepening the mating mark he left there. Dante was not one to give up. He assaulted his brother's neck in kind, and sank his fang's into Vergil's neck, feeling satisfaction as Vergil moaned into Dante's flesh.

Dante reached between them, and grabbed Vergil's erection, massaging the member. Vergil shivered and moaned into his neck, still refusing to let go. Dante increased the rhythm of his thrusts, ramming into Vergil with great force. The room filled with sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and the smell of sweat, sex, and blood. Dante felt his climax reaching a peak, just as Vergil was reaching his own limit. Their demonic roars were muffled by flesh, and together they climaxed in each other's arms. A draw.

Dante let go of his brother's neck, just as Vergil let go of his. They looked at each other with love, showing none of the competitiveness of before. Vergil ended his devil trigger, and pressed his lips gently against Dante's fanged mouth. "It seems we tied, Dante."

Dante chuckled. "I don't know, Verge. I think you came just a nanosecond before I did."

Vergil snorted, and kissed the already healed mark on Dante's neck. "Bullshit."

Downstairs, the phone rang. Vergil quirked an eyebrow at his brother. "You going to get that?"

Dante snorted. "No. I'm busy. In case you forgot I'm taking a nine month vacation thanks to a certain someone. You get it."

Vergil scowled. "Can't. I've got pain in the ass to deal with." Vergil moved his hips a little, clenching on his brother's member still inside of him for emphasis.

Dante laughed. "I always suspected you kept a giant stick up your ass. Here, let me help."

Dante grabbed Vergil with two large demonic arms, and lifted Vergil up. His member slid out with a comical pop, making Vergil's face scrunch up like someone decided to wake him by waxing the hair off his ass. Dante then dumped a less then friendly Vergil outside his bedroom door. Vergil limped down the stairs where the phone kept ringing. Whoever it was, was damn persistent. Vergil picked it up, feeling in no mood to be friendly. "Devil-May-Who-Gives-A-Fuck! What do you want?!"

Vergil recognized the woman's voice on the other end, one of Dante's friends. It was Arkham's daughter, or Lady, as she taken to calling herself these days. "Yeesh! Dante! Someone sure is crabby this afternoon!"

Vergil looked for a working clock in confusion. His eyes widened when he saw it was well past three. "It can't be afternoon, I just woke up."

Lady groaned on the other line. "Ugh! Typical! I had hoped that creep Gilver would actually make you less of a lazy slob. How is the mummy, anyway?"

Vergil's lips twitched. Lady didn't notice she had the wrong twin. Did he really sound like his brother? Maybe switching places with Dante wasn't such a ridiculous notion after all. It couldn't be too hard to impersonate his lazy slob of a twin. "Upstairs sleeping. Wild night." Vergil smirked feeling an idea come to him. He smirked and did his best Dante-impersonation. "Listen, babe, I know you're in to me, but I'm in a committed relationship."

Lady cursed at him. "Fuck you, Dante! As if I would want a pizza eating freak like you! I was just worried about you! Gilver gives me the creeps. I know he's your..." Vergil could hear Lady shudder on the other end. "...boyfriend, but there's something about the guy I don't trust."

Vergil cleared his throat, pretending to be Dante might be a little hard. "Listen Lady, Gilver is intelligent, capable, and truly loves me. My place was a pigsty, and I was in a deep depression. Because of my demon blood, I could never truly be happy with a human woman. They're fragile, weak, and die easily." Vergil winced. He accidentally let slip some of his own feelings on human women.

Lady's voice softened. "Oh Dante, I understand. What happened all of those years ago... I know what it's like to lose family to demons. I watched you for years flirt with women but never really let them in. I guess its hard to believe that some creep dressed like a mummified Prince shows up out of the blue and suddenly you two are picking out curtains, but I'm glad you finally found someone. I always suspected that if you did, it'd probably be a man that reminded you of the family you lost. Trish told me as much."

Vergil was speechless for a moment. Could it be that his brother who always struck him as a playboy, was mostly talk? Vergil never lain with, nor did he want to, with women. His brother had always seemed interested in them enough, but he never formed any relationships with them, Trish being the exception, but Vergil knew that his brother was a mama's boy. So his brother's friends thought he might be hiding in the closet so to speak? He smirked, deciding to turn this into a golden opportunity to fuck with his brother's reputation. After all, it was his damn fault for not being honest with his friends about his condition, and choosing to hide like a coward. "Lady, could you do me a solid?"

Lady growled. "If you want more money, forget it!"

Vergil quickly corrected her. "No, no, no! That's not it! I actually want to give you money?"

Silence on the other end. "You pulling my leg Dante?"

Vergil's grin widened. Dante was going to pay dearly for making him answer the damn phone. "No, I want your help in throwing me a coming out party. I want the whole world to know that I'm gay, and proud of it! I'll give you a few thousand, and I'll need you, and Trish's help in sending out invitations to everyone I know."

Lady screeched in shock. "Seriously?! What the hell have you been drinking?! Next you're telling me you'll be dressing in drag!"

Vergil thought about that. "Not a bad idea, it's my coming out party. Make sure you take lots of pictures. I want to remember this night for years to come."

More silence, then laughter. "Okay Dante, I don't what you're on, but you asked for it. I'll meet you later at the Bull's Eye for your... party. Bring my money."

Vergil hung up, and laughed. Upstairs, the real Dante stirred. Dante shambled out of their bedroom. "What the hell's so funny, Verge?"

Vergil smirked evilly. "Oh nothing. Just having a nice chat with Lady. She didn't even suspect that I was not you. Perhaps this little charade will work after all. I'll be meeting her later at the Bull's Eye to plan your little bash."

Dante's ears pricked at the word party, now looking noticeably more cheery. "Party! Damn, when? Wait... If you're planning the party that means no booze, no babes, and lots of fucking demons!"

Vergil's smile was deceptively sweet. "Don't be silly brother. They will be plenty of alcohol, and plenty of 'babes' as you call them, but most likely they will not be women. After all... it is a coming-out party. Your coming out party to be exact."

Dante paled. "A WHAT PARTY?!"

Vergil smirked evilly. "Yes, I will be attending in drag under your identity, and every person you know will think that Dante the Demon Hunter is queerer than a three dollar bill."

Dante growled. "Dammit Vergil! Why the fuck would you do this to me?!"

Vergil's eyes narrowed to dangerous slits, and he stuck a single finger to his twin's scaly chest. "Because, my dearest brother, if I have to masquerade as you for the next nine months, I may as well ensure that I won't have to..." Vergil shuddered. "Flirt with women. You couldn't just come out, and be honest with your friends about your pregnancy. You can still tell them the truth, and I can turn you coming-out drag show into baby shower."

Dante crossed his arms stubbornly. "No."

Vergil sighed. His brother was equally as stubborn as he was. "Very well, brother. Hide here like a coward, but what are you going to do when our second child comes? Hide him in the attic like a dirty secret? Don't you dare make the same mistake as I did with Nero."

Dante shifted a little, looking at his flat stomach in surrender. "I don't know how to be a parent, Vergil. Our relationship is still pretty fucked up, and dear ol' dad made sure that all of his descendants will have to clean up his endless mess. Look what happened to mom, look what happened to us."

Vergil reached out to Dante, and embraced him. "I don't know how to be a parent either, but I'm willing to try."

Dante hugged his brother back. "You really changed, Verge."

Vergil tightened his embrace. "I'm sorry that it took years of hell to change me into a better person."

Dante winced at the mention of Vergil's time in hell. He sighed. "Alright. I guess it'll have to be a baby shower, but... can you give me some time? This isn't easy for me to accept. I just found out that Nero is actually our kid, and that I've got another one on the way."

Vergil nodded. "Of course. How about we call Nero over? His own heat will be coming soon. We'll need to discuss precautions."

Dante slapped his forehead. "Shit! I forgot! Kyrie is just a human! Damn... this is why I never really got attached to any human woman. How did mom do it?"

Vergil rolled his eyes. "Because most of father's powers were sealed away, and she was a skilled Umbran witch. Kyrie as far as I know, has none of mother's talents in magic, nor is Nero's powers sealed away like father's."

Dante scratched the back of his head. "Right. I'll call the kid over. Have a father-son talk. I may have a few ideas. What about you?"

Vergil huffed. "I have the regrettable chore of socializing with your female friends, and pretend to be you as well."

Dante snorted. "Yeah, yeah, having fun has always been like pulling teeth with you. I've only got the job of telling our spawn how to have sex without ripping his girlfriend to shreds."

Vergil walked back upstairs, and gave his brother a wave. "Good luck with that, brother. I'll be in my own personal hell surrounded by your harpies for friends."

Vergil heard Dante curse moodily, ignoring it, he sighed as he went to Dante's closet. Red, and black as far as the eye could see. Vergil rolled his eyes at the sight of his closet. Red was Dante's color, not his. Funny how they were identical twins, and yet differed so much. Vergil put on Dante's usual red, and black attire everyone was used to. He looked in the mirror at himself, his hair was down, and not slicked back like he preferred. To the untrained eye he looked just like Dante. The differences between them were subtle, Dante's face was slightly fuller, stronger, while his own had slightly sharper, and leaner edge.

Vergil tried out one of Dante's devil may care smirk. It wasn't quite right, it was a little too cold, and stiff. It had none of Dante's fire that he loved so much. Vergil tried again, thinking of his brother's warm embrace, and the feeling of his wild soul entwined with his when they were fused together. It was better. It would have to do. He went back downstairs, his brother was staring at him. "I don't think will work, Dante. Your friends are sharp."

Dante looked at him appraisingly. "Hmm... You look a little too stiff, and cold, but they won't notice a thing. Try to loosen up a little."

Vergil gave his brother a cocky smirk. "The name's Dante, babe. Ready to rock?"

Dante grinned, fangs glinting dangerously. "Better! Much better! You look just like me!"

Vergil rolled his eyes. "Of course I look like you, we are twins. I just needed master acting like an imbecile so no one could tell the difference between us."

Dante crossed his arms. "Don't forget about pulling that icicle out of your ass. Now just go, and try not to act like an asshole to my friends. They might shoot you if they think for one second that you weren't me."

Vergil smiled, and gave Dante a kiss on his lips. "I still don't think this will work. You need to tell them the truth."

Dante face scrunched up, the same face when their mother tried to make him eat his broccoli. "I don't wanna. Can we not butt heads right now?"

Vergil pulled back, and gave him the same look their mother always gave him. "Fine, but until you grow a pair, your coming-out drag show of a party is on. I'll make sure Bobby has a large picture of myself in drag, and your name in big multicolored letters right underneath it for his wall."

Vergil then grabbed Dante's red coat, his guns, and motorcycle keys, and took off. Dante watched his twin walk out the front door, not sure which he could put up with: the girls making pregnant jokes, or the weird phones calls that will inevitably come when Vergil drags his good name through the rainbow colored mud. Either way his reputation as a manly man was trashed. He desperately needed a drink. He looked down at his stomach, and cursed the little spawn he knew was there. "When I squeeze you out, mama's going on a bender."