Summary: Sequel to "My Angel." Takes place about two years after that fic. Dante, Vergil, and Heather's anniversary turns out a little different than planned…

Disclaimer: Same old song and dance. No own, no sue. Heather and the other OCs all mine, so if you take, I slay!

We Must Do This Again

The sun shone low in the sky, sending a beam of golden light straight into the bedroom on the west side of the house and unveiling three figures curled about each other on the bed. One of the occupants stirred as the light hit his closed eyes, lifting his head to scowl at the window.

Fuckin' sun…

He glanced at the clock, and wasn't really surprised to find that it was nearly six o'clock in the evening. After Heather had unveiled her collection of S&M 'toys,' he and Vergil had kept her awake and screaming nearly until long past sunrise. They had finally collapsed into the bed for sleep after he had gone to check on the kids sometime around ten.

Michael and Aeva were finally over the crest, it seemed. They had not puked since last night, and while food still made them queasy, they could hold down water and Sprite. Due to their demonic blood, they could recover from diseases and viruses a lot faster than normal humans. Food poisoned they were, but they were getting over it. Dante had brought them both some water and a liter of Sprite each, and told them that if they needed anything they were to go find Zak. The kids hadn't asked why, and he was pretty happy about that. Michael and Aeva were child geniuses, but they were still way too young to get a crash course in sexual education.

Once they were taken care of, he had stumbled back to the master bedroom and collapsed onto the stained sheets with his twin and mate, falling into exhausted slumber shortly thereafter.

Heather and Vergil were still asleep, the woman enfolded in his arms like a stuffed animal held for comfort. Dante had kept hold of one of her hands, and it still curled about his own limply, the strong grip relaxed in her sleep. Facing her as he was, Dante had left himself defenseless for the late-afternoon assault of the sunset.

He couldn't get to sleep with the damned sun in his eyes.

Removing his hand from his mate's and heaving himself up off the bed, he made his slow, painful way over to the window and drew the curtains, blocking out the light with the heavy folds of black fabric. The room was shrouded in comfortable near-pitch-blackness once more, allowing just enough light for him to get back to the bed without killing himself. Falling on the satin sheets beside his mate, he drew the covers back up over himself and took her hand once more, closing his eyes to try and get back to sleep.

What an anniversary.

Sick kids, door-to-door salesmen, blue balls, demonic attack…

Endless, screaming sex with the woman he loved…

It had been painful, and it had been beautiful. It had been passionate, and it had been maddening. Not quite what any of them had been expecting, but now that he thought back over the night before, he realized he would gladly do it all over again. All the waiting, all the anticipation and tension, had paid off in the end. Big time.

Wonder if Heather'll need another pregnancy test after this? Wouldn't surprise me if she does.

The idea of being a father again wasn't such a horrible concept. He already had Michael, and he sort of envied Vergil with Aeva. A daughter wouldn't be unwelcome, far as he was concerned. A nephew or niece wouldn't be such a bad thing either.

Besides, we didn't get to watch Heather's pregnancy last time. If she gets knocked up again, I'll make it up to her. After everything she went through last time, she deserves it.

He shifted to the side, and grimaced as certain parts rubbed along the sheets, irritating the chaffing he had acquired during the night's marathon activities. He was pretty damn sore, and he was willing to bet that Heather wouldn't be getting out of bed anytime soon. Vergil was probably just as sore as he was. Stayin' in bed is a good idea… He rubbed his face against the pillow, letting sleep roll over him like a tank. Very good idea… Night, babe. Night, bro. Let's do this again next year.

DHVDHVDHVDHVDHVDHVDHVDHVDHV

At the door, three eyes peeped through the crack between portal and lintel, trying to see the people their owners knew were inside. After catching a glimpse of Dante sliding back into bed, they pulled away and ran, as silently as possible, down the hall into Aeva's room. There they giggled like school-girls, amused at the idea of what the two half-demons and their mate had been doing that left them so exhausted.

"It worked, Michael, it worked!" Aeva snickered. "They're way too tired to get out of bed anytime soon!"

"Which leaves us to fend for ourselves," her brother laughed. "Just like we planned."

"I honestly did not believe that you two would go through with it." Zak wiped the bloody tears from his eyes, still giggling every now and again. "I mean, eating unrefridgerated potato salad willingly…"

"It was worth it. And the fact that Ralphie and Gabby got sick too lends us credence."

"Thanks for distracting Betty while I switched the containers, Aeva, by the way."

"You two are so bad." The half-vampire glared at them, but failed to completely eradicate the mirth from his crimson eyes. "Getting your friends sick so you can up the sexual tension between your parents… Not even the spawnlings of the Caverns of Blood would think of something so devious."

"It got better after you got that door-to-door salesman to stop at the house," the boy commented. "The look on Uncle Vergil's face must have been priceless."

"And that's one less annoying salesman to deal with. Vergil didn't kill him, but he did manage to scare him out of business permanently."

"Daddy's good at that." Aeva shrugged nonchalantly. "But that phone call from Reece… Did you manage to rope him in on this too, Zak?"

"Not exactly. I knew he would be out on patrol while he was on his date, disguising his route as a 'romantic walk in the park.' That park is known for sheltering Summoners while they perform their rituals, so I told him to call Dante and Vergil if he found anything suspicious. Truthfully, I wasn't expecting for someone to call up a bunch of demons, but that served its purpose as well. It heightened the tension, driving your mother to the breaking point."

"Spy cameras. Gotta love 'em." Michael beamed at his sister. "Didn't get as much footage as we had hoped, but there's still some usable stuff. Even better, the one in the bathroom got some really nice shots."

"You mean that one you installed last April Fool's Day?"

"The very one. There's a bit too much steam, but it's pretty easy to tell what Dad and Mom are doing in there."

"I'm going to want that footage, Mike. It will work for Reece's bachelor party, with a little editing to disguise their identities."

"If you pay the price, Zak, you can have it." He stretched and got up, heading for the door. "I'm going to go watch tv until I feel a little better. Think we should do this again next year?"

"Of course we should." Aeva grinned at her elder twin, standing up to refill her glass of Sprite. "I wonder how long we can get away with screwing up their anniversaries before they catch on?"

Zak smiled mischeiviously. "We shall find out, kids. We shall find out."

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Queen: And so we discover why our daring trio was having so many problems enjoying their big night! Their own kids had planned on pushing them to the very brink so they could have the house to themselves the following day! What evil little children…

Dante: Guess that proves they're our kids. Verge and I pulled similar stuff on Mom and Dad when we were little.

Vergil: But never anything that drastic.

Dante: Think again, bro. I seem to recall Mom chasing us down the hall with a paddle in her hand, yelling at us to never, ever poke a peep-hole in the wall between our bedroom and theirs again.

Queen (raises brow): Wow, Vergil. Didn't know you had it in you.

Vergil (turning the most interesting shade of red): I was only five at the time, all right? I wanted to know what all the noise was about!

Queen: Suddenly, I think I respect you more. And as for the people still reading this monstrosity, please leave me a review! Writers like hearing if people like their stories, you know!

Dante: And flamers are currently being used to lower the heating bill.

Vergil: What heating bill?

Dante: Exactly.

Queen (rolls eyes): I guess flamers do have their uses, but I'd still rather not receive them. I don't think most people would. We hope you enjoyed "Happy Anniversary." See ya in the next fic, people!

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