His feet moved swiftly as everything around him blurred into an array of melted colors. The moon light lit up the glistening streets, indicative of the rain that fell from the sky not too long ago as the evening air grew colder with each passing moment. He expertly dodged puddles of water, focusing on the one thing that now occupied his mind.

It had been a week since he laid eyes on her...

He had not anticipated the assignment to have taken as long as it did but when children began to go missing without a trace from the nearby town during the early stages of his initial call to investigate a simple unorthodox series of break-ins that left strange symbols painted on the walls of the homes of unsuspecting victims, he had a feeling he would be there for a while. Of course it also didn't help that some of the town officials were seeking to silence anyone willing to come forward with information for the sake of not causing an uproar among the citizens. That censorship was short-lived however once one of the official's children suddenly disappeared without a trace; they were suddenly very cooperative after that.

Typical.

Vergil furrowed his brows as he continued to race through the streets like some parkour professional, his feet almost gliding over the slick roads. Ducking off into a familiar alley, he launched himself forward to scale a high fence. He lost no momentum as his hands caught the bar running across the top, nearly effortlessly swinging his body over with expert precision before landing gracefully and continuing his trek. He was about a block away now.

A silent frustration he had been battling since his departure however, still remained...

Perhaps he had become increasingly spoiled over the past couple of years but despite whether or not that had any merit, one thing was certain: he knew what he wanted and there was no compromise that would satisfy him. He cringed slightly at the thought of the hotel he resided in during the duration of his mission. Sure it was decent, but it wasn't his home. The cafeteria food he swallowed merely to keep pangs of hunger in check? It was bearable, but it wasn't her cooking. And the hotel room itself...? Nicely decorated, very well maintained and...lonely.

Vergil bit his lip in concentration as he lept into the air, cartwheeling over a sleeping dog whose drowsy, droopy eyes opened to regard him for a moment before closing again.

He had grown so used to feeling her sleeping by his side that whenever he was forced to sleep alone, it felt foreign; wrong even. But more than that, by the third day he began to notice himself becoming increasingly irritable and his patience rapidly wearing thin. He recalled the way he laid in the bed under the repetitive sound of a ticking clock echoing throughout the room as his mind teased him with memories his body yearned to repeat. It also didn't help that his insomnia decided to pay him another visit too which only added fuel to the fire of the racy thoughts that swept thorough his mind during those long nights.

He had not known this particular frustration before her, but thanks to these types of occasional work obligations, he had now been thoroughly introduced. He tried everything from cold showers, to working off the energy through push-ups, pull-ups, back flips and other various exercises but to no avail; much to his chagrin, all of it had failed satiate his appetite for her. In the end, he lamely settled to force himself to sleep and act out his desires from the depths of dreams until he returned to her.

But now, the time had come...

Finally.

He released a deep breath he hadn't realized he had been holding until then as he gazed up at the Devil May Cry sign that buzzed and glowed overhead. He fished his keys from his pocket before reaching to open the door and pushing it open. He could smell the aroma of what he assumed was his dinner in the air all around him as he shut the door behind himself.

Some kind of pasta dish perhaps?

He removed his shoes, leaving them by the door before taking long deliberate strides as he navigated his way up the stairs and to their room, taking note of how quiet it was and distantly wondering if anyone else was even there. He wasted no time opening the door and immediately locked eyes with her as she stopped straightening the bed sheets to turn and acknowledge his presence.

"Vergil!" A smile graced Ari's lips and Vergil could see a sparkle in her eyes, "You're home!"

He smiled. "I've missed you, doll. Quite a bit."

"I missed you too, how did the job go-...!"

Vergil began to swiftly close the distance between them but Ari backed up just as quickly, leaping to the bed with a yelp and sticking her foot out before he could get any closer. He furrowed his brows as he looked down at the dainty toes now poking into his chest.

"NoNoNo! Vergil, those clothes...!" she squeaked.

He was thoughtful for a brief moment before he huffed as he realized his haste was getting the better of him. He raised his eyes to meet hers, noting the expectancy in her stare. Of course he knew better than to fall into bed or even touch her before shedding his clothes, laden with the impurities of the work day. He remembered making said mistake once before and the horrified look on her face when she found him resting on their downy sheets, that is, before she began ripping the linen from the bed, shoving them into the washing machine and ushering him into the bathroom to shower as she gave him an earful.

Yes, it was proper to clean up first, and yes, he supposed it was disgusting to not do so. But he had to admit that sometimes he wished she would relent just a tiny bit every now and then; He hadn't engaged in any sort of battle that day, so it wasn't as if his clothes were soiled. Today merely consisted of gathering reports and retrieving due payment to conclude the mission but to think she would care either way was foolish; she was far too much of a neat freak to make any exceptions. They could always wash the sheets and themselves afterward right? Vergil sighed. He really needed to work off his pent up frustration post-haste and this little quirk of hers was not making things any easier at the moment.

But perhaps...

"Care to join me?" a suggestive smirk slid onto his face. He hoped he could kill two birds with one stone, namely, the biggest bird that felt like it was literally pecking at his most sensitive place.

"Very tempting love, but nope." Ari dropped her foot to the mattress beneath her and side-stepped to make her way back to the floor.

Vergil turned to follow her with his eyes, he was beginning to feel pathetically desperate and to make matters worse, his mind had already begun picturing the way he wanted to take her against the shower wall as soap slid down the delectable curves of her...Vergil groaned inwardly. "Why not?"

"Because, I've already showered. I have to finish dinner too, it should be ready by the time yo-" Ari moved away as he attempted to reach for her hand, "Vergil! Go wash up!"

"But I need you."

Ari's face twisted in confusion before softening into concern, "What's wrong? Are you hurt?" Her eyes began to look him over and although he knew it was most likely to check him for injuries, his mind was wanting it to be for certain other reasons. He let his gaze roam over her body in return, taking note that what she chose to wear to bed for the evening just happened to be one of his favorite little nightgowns to see her in. The way the powder pink, silk-like material hugged her gentle curves, just barely reaching the top of those soft caramel-colored thighs of hers...

Damn. Control yourself...

"I am not hurt." Her concern seemed to melt away, but confusion remained apparent in her stare as she looked back up at him. "I need you." Vergil cast his eyes downward before locking eyes with her again.

Ari tilted her head to the side and Vergil watched her eyes flicker downwards toward where he was hinting at. He began to nod his head slowly as he saw her expression shift into one that let him know she caught on to his meaning.

"That's on the menu too, but dessert is last remember?" Ari winked, "Right now, you're dirty and need to-"

"But I thought you liked me dirty." Vergil stepped forward and Ari stepped back. He was beginning to feel like he was getting besides himself. He did enjoy when she played hard to get, but sometimes he had to remind her to not be too hard for him to get, otherwise she would run the risk of him taking her for a long, hard ride once he finally did get his hands on her. He remembered that happening once before and although she had expressed to him a number of times how much she enjoyed his endurance, he also remembered her being sore for almost two weeks afterward.

Ari smirked, "Touche, but you know what I mean. Nice try though."

"And you know what I mean. I want dessert first." Vergil began to shed his vest, abandoning it to the floor and starting on his belt buckle as he watched Ari bite her lip. Perhaps she was itching for a tussle and if that was the case, he most certainly didn't mind giving it to her.

Or maybe he was just rationalizing everything within a skewed and compromised perception; That was also a possibility.

"Sucks to be you then, huh?" Ari backed her way to the door, "You go shower, I'll go finish dinner, then we can talk."

The latter suspicions had been confirmed but before he could speak another word of protest, Ari seemingly anticipated his next move as she quickly turned, throwing the door open and darting out. He had lunged forward in an attempt to catch her but stopped short before his face could collide into the very same door that had just been teasingly slammed in his face. He could hear her giggling growing distant as she made her way back downstairs. Turning and resting his back on the door in a huff, he groaned.

He wasted no time scrubbing the towel on his head to soak up the dripping water. His shower had been refreshing but it had done absolutely nothing to sedate his desires. If anything, the feel of the warm water against his sensitive skin had teased him further. But now, nothing stood in his way; surely dinner could wait, he was barely hungry for food when this hunger was on the scene.

He felt there was no point in even donning anything other than a pair of lounge pants so that's all he bothered with putting on; all would be coming off again soon any way. However, even his favorite pair of fleece trousers were somewhat uncomfortable against his body. It seemed that no matter how many times he ran the towel over himself, he just couldn't get completely dry and the inside of his pants began to feel slightly damp. Perhaps it was the fact that he was hot all over, but it had nothing to do with the temperature in the room. He could feel newly formed beads of sweat forming around his hairline as he hung his towel back on the rack; Surely there was only one way to cure his current ailment...

...

He reached forward, sliding his arms around her slender waist and pressing himself flush against her as he leaned down slightly to bury his face into the crook of her neck. He heard her gasp at the contact, but that did not deter him from the kisses and bites he proceeded to unleash upon her. All he could think about was how good it felt to finally feel her against him. Seven days was a long time and the desire that had built up within him pulsated in the place he really needed to give to her at that moment. He could barely make out what she started saying as one of his hands slid down...down...down...

"Vergil!" Ari sounded amused and frantic at the same time. She set down the spoon she had been using to stir the pot on the stove before reaching to contend with his hands.

"Hm." Vergil only partially came to his senses that he had decided he was not ready to fully give himself to yet. He had other senses he wanted to indulge instead and he had every intent to do just that. His hand stilled immediately as he felt her thighs squeeze together though, barring him from getting what he was after.

"I'm almost done, just five more minutes." She brought one of her hands up to his neck while the other pried his adventurous hand from between her thighs.

"It can wait..." his voice was husky.

Ari sighed as she slightly leaned back into his embrace, he could tell his touch was getting to her and that only encouraged his efforts further, "No, it can't. Five minutes."

"Two minutes." he flicked his tongue up her neck.

"Ten minutes..." she moaned.

Vergil furrowed his brows and pulled back to direct his desire-filled gaze at her as Ari turned her head to look back at him. Surely that was not how haggling worked.

"The longer you distract me, the longer it will take for me to finish, you know..." Her voice was small.

What she was saying made sense to him, but he didn't want it to. All he cared to entertain was the fact that he had something for her to handle right then, and the longer she delayed the more urgent it became.

Tsk, tsk. Don't fight it, just give in to me, love...

He grunted in surprise as she suddenly bumped her bum into him, an action he had become quite familiar with when she was in one of her playful moods. However, although he wanted to think otherwise, he had an inkling that this particular attempt to push him away had more to do with maintaining her composure than it was about teasing him into foreplay...but, no matter. Snaking an arm around her neck to lock her against him, he used his other hand to smack her backside in response. He knew just how to tame her but it seemed that sometimes she forgot and needed to be reminded.

"Vergil sto-!"

A chuckle rumbled in his throat as he planted a kiss on her cheek, his lips lingering for a few moments before smoothly dodging the hand that sought to swat him as he released her to make his way to the small table a few feet away. Sure, she could play hard to get, but he would remind her exactly how good he was at getting. He sat down in one of the chairs, crossing his legs at the ankles before lazily leaning back to watch her.

Ari turned around, popping a hand on her hip, "You better behave yourself."

"Make me." he teased as he tilted his head to see if he could sneak a peek under the short little gown she was wearing. He frowned as she began to straighten it before he could see what color panties she chose to wear that evening, "I haven't seen you for a week you know."

"Right, and i'm just as eager as you are, but unless you want to go to bed without dinner tonight..." she smirked as she spun on her heels to refocus her attention on the food atop the stove.

"What if I'm not hungry?" Vergil crossed his arms.

"You will be later." Ari sing-songed as she turned off the range, reaching for something in the cupboard above her.

She had a point and quite frankly he couldn't argue against it. More than once, he found himself peckish in the middle of nights he had forgone eating a proper meal for the evening. He was quite thankful for all the times she ventured out of bed in the twilight hours to bring him something to eat even after she had warned him it would happen too. He smirked.

"Details, details..." Vergil waved a hand dismissively before dropping his arms to his sides. Must she continue to keep this up? His need was only growing more intense the longer she made him wait. Perhaps he should just toss her over his shoulder and steal her away to go have his way with her. But just as he was about to add another snarky remark, the shop's land line phone began to ring.

Vergil furrowed his brows, mirroring Ari's puzzled look as she turned to face him. Glancing at the clock, he was sure it was far too late for anyone to be calling about a job, that is, unless it was a pressing matter. He sincerely hoped it wasn't an emergency because that most certainly did not appeal to him at the moment; he hadn't even had a chance to rest from the case he just closed. Standing up, he swiftly and reluctantly made his way to Dante's desk with Ari trailing closely behind him.

Before he could say anything, the person on the other end began rattling off. He gave Ari a knowing look as she stared expectantly at him, no doubt, waiting to find out who the late caller was.

"Good evening Morrison." Was all he offered when the man finally paused, most likely expecting Dante's voice to respond instead of his. His suspicions were confirmed when Morrison offered a quick apology before explaining his reason for calling. He gave verbal affirmations as Morrison explained a situation involving a recent lead. He had known about this case, but it wasn't one of his. Frankly, judging by the nature of the concern, he felt it could wait until the morning especially since he had other matters on his mind to tend to but he continued to humor him, if for nothing else, simply out of the possibility that he could end up assisting and getting a cut of the profit.

He gazed longingly after Ari as she left to return to the kitchen and leaning against the desk he pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes once she was out of his line of sight. He really wasn't up to listening to Morrison ramble on about things that he had no dealings with, especially when he began to seemingly vent his frustrations about some careless thing that Dante had done. It wasn't uncommon for the broker and his brother to clash every now and then when it came to how certain details needed to be handled, but since when did Vergil volunteer to be the sounding board for these complaints? After a few more moments of an information dump, Vergil was beyond ready to just hang up.

"Morrison, Dante has not returned from his dealings today but I can let him know to give you a call once he does. I really must g-" Vergil growled inwardly, as the man interrupted him to respond before he could finish his statement, "I am not sure but...yes, I understand your irritation but I-" Vergil raised his brows as he was suddenly distracted from the chatter in his ear.

He watched curiously as Ari crossed his vision, heading up the stairs and blowing a kiss at him. Hanging up the phone was now an urgent matter. Vergil gave audible affirmations, hoping the man would avail him an opportunity to cut in and end the phone call. And after a few more moments he finally edged a word in, "Morrison, your concerns are duly noted, and I assure you, I will let Dante know to call you immediately. I have to go now."

Vergil slumped on the desk, letting out a silent breath and rolling his eyes. That should have been the end of the conversation. It was supposed to be. Why wasn't it? Why was the man still talking? Did he always talk this much? And why was he repeating things he had already said? Vergil's patience was wearing thin and he suddenly realized the truth behind something Dante had said before about Morrison being one of those people who was somewhat long-winded.

Vergil clenched his jaw, biting back the urge to calmly set the phone on the hook and walk away. The only thing holding him back really, was the fact that this was the man who found them jobs that paid the bills; He personally found it counter-productive to be at odds with someone who held such a role in his professional life. He held the phone away from his ear as he took a deep breath. When he was composed, he brought the phone back to his ear.

"Morrison." His voice was artificially calm but stern, enough so to seemingly get the man to stop talking and listen. "I am a bit busy at the moment and must go, I will tell Dante to call you." He was glad to finally hear him oblige and give salutations before hanging up.

"Vergil...!" He heard Ari's voice call him from the distance in a playful tone and knew immediately what it meant. His heart began to race as he prepared to take the stairs two steps at a time but just as he reached the bottom of them, the phone rang...again.

Vergil frowned, determined that no matter who it was, he would tell them to call back later and hang up before they could say another word. Picking up the phone with a little more force than he intended to, he answered reluctantly, "Devil May Cry."

This time it was that woman with the funny accent. Nico, was it? He had learned that she was a talker too and he knew he had to cut the conversation before it could even begin. Not that she would be calling for him anyway but still...just in case. He shifted slightly, a strained grimace appearing briefly as his swollen loins brushed against the loose fabric of his pajama pants while Nico guessed at who had answered her call with what sounded like slight hesitation.

"Yes Nico, it's me, what do you need?" His eyes glanced up at the top of the stairs and he paused for a moment. He knew he shouldn't do what he was about to but there was no way he would be able to survive who knows how many hours if she was able to talk to her. "She can't come to the phone right now, but I will tell her to give you a call when she's free."

Vergil bit his lip and shook his head slightly as Nico began explaining something about a gun Ari had commissioned her to craft for her. She was calling with an update and some details to discuss but surely it could wait...right? Why did she choose to call now about this? Vergil knew that Ari and Nico could talk for forever once they got on the phone and unless Ari would be okay with him working her while she was in the middle of a conversation, he thought it best to just keep quiet about Nico's call until after they had taken care of their business.

"I will let her know to follow up with you Nico, thanks for the update. I must go now." Vergil hung up the phone, thankful that she wasn't as difficult as the previous caller. Of course that could also have to do with the fact the woman still seemed quite wary of him in general but Vergil paid it no mind.

"Vergil i'm about to start without you, what are you doing?" Ari called out from the bedroom.

"Someone called, I'm on my..." Vergil growled loudly before spinning around to face the phone as it began to ring again, but just as he did, one of his pinky toes slammed into the edge of Dante's desk eliciting a low whimper that hitched in his throat followed by a strained, breathy string of Italian words he remembered from his childhood.

He leaned forward on the desk, his head hanging as his hand reached for the receiver, slowly bringing it to his ear, "Devil May Cry." His voice was controlled but still strained. He did his best to nurse his toe as he rubbed it with his other foot while half-listening to the person in his ear talking about dry cleaning. Wait, what?

Vergil was briefly at a loss of words, not understanding why the guy on the other end of the phone was inquiring about dry cleaning. Dry cleaning? "You have the wrong number." Vergil didn't hesitate to hang up the phone, not caring what the man's response would have been. He quickly sat atop Dante's desk to bring his foot up and rub his battered toe in an attempt to ease the pain. Of all the things he had endured, this had to be the worst pain he had ever known. Who would have thought that he could be debilitated by a well placed bashing of one of the smallest parts of his body?

Carefully placing his foot back to the floor and standing up, he padded his way to the staircase, soon remembering his dilemma as his pants chafed against his sensitive member. Skipping stairs as he climbed, he wasted no time getting to his room and closing the door behind him as he turned to see her lying on their bed on her stomach and kicking her legs lazily as she flipped through a book. He almost glided across the floor as he came down onto the bed to hover over her, plucking the book from her hands before carefully cupping her chin and turning her face to his, crashing his lips down onto hers as he tossed it to the floor.

Ari brought her hands up to run through his hair as he broke the kiss to turn her onto her back, leaning down to nip at her breasts through her gown before reaching down to pull the bottom up. His fingers danced over her stomach before he leaned down again, this time to plant hungry kisses where his fingers once were.

"Take it easy babe," Ari giggled, "I'm not going anywhere."

"I know, " Vergil's voice was muffled against her skin, "you just don't understand how badly I want you right now." It was true. He had been waiting seven days plus however long he had been home and constantly not able to touch her up to this point. Now nothing stood in his way.

Ari hummed, letting her eyes slide closed as he explored her body with his mouth. Reaching down, she rubbed his back, encouraging him to go further, "Well how about we get right to it then?" she smirked down at him.

Vergil's eyes snapped up to meet hers before he crawled up to hover over her, the tip of his nose now barely touching hers as a smirk appeared on his lips. Ari playfully poked a slender finger into one of his dimples as they silently stared at each other for a few moments. "As you wish." Vergil connected their lips in a hungry kiss, slowly letting their tongues begin to dance as their hands began to roam over each other.

*Knock, knock, knock*

The two froze as a familiar voice yelled through the door, "Hey! Ari, you got a minute?"

Ari knowingly clamped one of her hands over Vergil's mouth just as he was about to say something and she felt the vibration of a groan before he nipped at the palm of her hand. She gave him a look of warning before squeezing her hand tighter over his mouth, "Not really, is something wrong Dante?"

"Trish needs you, really quick. It's urgent."

Vergil was ready to kill at that moment. Of all the times he could have returned he, of course, appears now. Of course. Was this a joke? It had to be. A cruel, cruel joke. He gazed down at Ari, pleading with his eyes for her to just say no and and ignore the request. His hopes began to slowly die as he saw her take a deep breath, seemingly thoughtful of something.

No, please.

Vergil shook his head, running one of his hands up her arms almost positive that the look on his face was borderline pathetically desperate. He frowned as she whispered what he did not want to hear.

"I'll be right back."

Vergil leaned his head back to defiantly look up at the ceiling as he let her move him out of the way so she could get up. His body hit the mattress with a rage-filled thud going virtually motionless after the impact. Ari smoothed her nightgown down before grabbing a robe to put on and opening the door to see Dante still standing there.

"Hey," Dante peered over her shoulder, noticing Vergil laying on the bed utterly unresponsive before looking down at her, "sorry to interrupt but Trish needs your help with something, she's in our room."

"Is she okay?" Ari began to brush past him.

"Yeah, she's fine, but she's trying to do something very important and your help would be really appreciated." Dante's eyes pleaded with her.

Ari gave him a look of confusion mixed with something else before turning to leave him standing at her and Vergil's door way. Dante watched her disappear into the room Trish was in before turning his head to look at his brother who still had not even so much as turned his head to acknowledge his presence, "Hey Verge, you're back? How'd the case go?"

"Fine." To say Vergil was irritated would have been an understatement, he was so far beyond that, it wasn't even funny. The gears were turning in his head as he lay there still staring up at the ceiling. Whatever this intrusion was, he'd begun to seriously entertain the idea that he'd give Ari five minutes. Just five. After that, he would go and retrieve her, tie her down and have his way with her.

"That's good. Yeah, I uh, had a bit of trouble with a few locals, but it wasn't anything that couldn't be handled. I'll tell you what though, these amateurs running around trying to do what we do are gonna have to learn the hard way when they get their asses handed to them and no one's around to save 'em." Dante scoffed as he shook his head, "Better be glad I was there, otherwise a couple moms would be getting ready to bury their sons."

Any other time, Vergil might have engaged his brother in a bit of conversation but he was not up for it this time. Not after Dante had just been the worst interruption of the evening. Speaking of, that reminded him...

"Morrison called. He wants you to call him as soon as possible." Vergil's eyes remained glued to the ceiling as he heard Dante scoff again.

"Oh yeah? He say what for?"

"I couldn't keep up."

"Oh boy." Dante leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms. "Prob'ly about that kid from the other day. Can you believe some people have the nerve to try and charge me for intel that helps them out? Not to mention how they try to take some of my cut after the fact." Dante frowned deeply, "He can wait. I'll get back to him when I get back to him."

Vergil had a feeling the two were going at it again. Regardless, he was not interested in getting involved in whatever disagreement they were having and he didn't care to hear about it either. Where was Ari? Why did Dante not get the hint that he was not in the mood to talk? How long was he going to stare at the ceiling? Could a man die from an extended unsatisfied arousal? Was he slowly losing his mind?

Vergil closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Yes, I'll just stare at the darkness behind my eyelids. Perhaps when I open them it will just be her and I and everyone else will have left us alone for at least a few hours...or forever.

"As if I didn't have enough to fight with right now." Dante shook his head, "To add insult to injury, something snagged my good pair of pants and now I got a hole in 'em. I hope Ari can help Trish get that stupid sewing machine threaded...all my other ones gotta be washed, so those are the only ones I got til the day after tomorrow."

Vergil's eyes popped open and his brow furrowed before he slowly propped himself up on one arm, looking at his twin for the first time since he came to darken his doorway. Surely he did not hear what he just heard. No. Couldn't have. He must have misheard. Right?

"What did you just say?" Vergil spoke slowly.

"I hope Ari can help Trish thread the sewing machine." Dante answered, his tone uncaring as he stared down the hall towards their room, "She couldn't figure out how to catch the thread in the thing and I need those pants for tomorrow."

Vergil sat up fully, turning his body so his legs hung over the side of the bed, "That's what was so important?" Vergil's tone was calm but now held an underlying danger to it as he narrowed his eyes to glare at his twin who had now turned his head to face him, noticing his sudden shift in demeanor.

"Yeah." Dante furrowed his brows, seemingly confused at Vergil's reaction.

Vergil stared silently at Dante.

...

Ari's squinted her eyes in concentration as she tapped a button on the side of the machine, "Got it."

Trish let out a sigh of relief, "Finally. Thanks so much, I just couldn't get it to-"

The women jumped at what sounded like something being pelted against the wall repeatedly. Exchanging concerned looks, they ventured out of the room to search for the source and could hear Dante's voice down the way.

"Hey! What is wrong with you, you psychopath?!"

Before Ari and Trish could reach the room, they were forced to leap backwards, narrowly avoiding Dante's body as he flew from the room straight into the hallway wall. He had been pinned to said wall by an array of strategically thrown knives.

"What in the world?!" Ari's eyes were wide as Trish shook her head silently, shock marring her features as well.

"I don't know what his problem is Ari but if you want to keep him, you'd better get him!" Dante's face was red with anger as he snatched himself from the wall, "Great! Now I gotta get these holes patched too." Another knife flew from the room straight towards Dante.

Dante leaned to the side, dodging the blade before rolling up his sleeves, "You want a piece of me? C'mon, let's do this then!" Just as he was about to march back into the room, Trish grabbed his arm, yanking him away.

"Dante stop!" Trish's voice was frantic as he tried to pull away from her. The last thing she wanted was for Dante and Vergil to get into one of their classic brawls, "You two are not doing this tonight."

"Vergil!" Ari exclaimed as he appeared in the doorway, ready to accept Dante's challenge. She planted herself right in front of him pressing her hands to his chest and attempting to push him backwards into their room, as Dante was yelling obscenities in the background. "Vergil get in the room. Now!"

His eyes lowered to stare down at her, thoughtful for a few moments while not saying a word. Okay, so perhaps he'd let his frustrations get the better of him. And it was too bad that Dante was the one to be the straw that broke the camel's back, but this could have been avoided, right? Dante's frivolous interruption, claiming it was a matter of urgency, was completely unreasonable and Vergil refused to stand idly by and allow his brother to think it was okay to recruit his wife's attention for such insignificant things while misleading her with his vague explanations. He'd simply had enough and lost his cool.

And of course he did so during a moment he was about to get laid.

Vergil silently leaned down to pick Ari up and put her over his shoulder, ignoring his twin's exclamations in the distance. Yes, he heard Ari demanding an explanation of his actions and yes, he heard her ask what he was doing. However, in a moment none of those things would matter to her, he was sure of it. His brother would get over his punishment and all would be well. There was only one thing that mattered at that moment. Calmly turning, he walked into their room, closing the door behind them and locking it.

Author's Note to Readers:

Hey there, thanks for reading! I know it's been a while since the last update but I hope you enjoyed this longer chapter to make up for it :) Sometimes my writer's block sticks around for a little longer than I'd like, but I'm hoping to get to doing more regular updates in the future. This was the first fic on the list to get it's update in my approaching storm of updates, so keep an eye out on my profile to see what's up next. Later peeps, ~Blair