Same song, different verse. Don't own...blah blah blah, don't sue..Blah blah blah.
Fiction, etc. There is some Mary Sue in this, but it's not blatant.
Again copyrighted story, Sash and I DO own the story line. No taking, nobody gets hurt.
"Anytime."
"I know he's been through a lot." It was Dante's turn to be quiet, his words barely carrying beyond his lips on a sigh. "And I'm fucking proud of him for getting through it. I guess I worry about him." His voice turned cold, eyes glaring. "And if you tell him I'll kill something."
"No worries, I wont say a word." Her hand rose Boy Scout style. She couldn't, however, keep the smile from her lips. "You're proud of him, huh? See?" Her arms tightened around him suddenly. "Big, old, soft, squishy heart in there…Mr. Hero."
"No hero." His head shook sadly, seriously. "The fucker's still my brother. He got out of hell half sane. How could I not be proud of him?"
"Oh, but I seem to remember that stupid ass comment you made to Lucia about 'every hero has his weakness'." She prodded with a smile before she broke out into ill-disguised snickering. "So original, Dante dear."
"Oh, low blow girl…" Vergil's voice was a whisper as he hid his face in Sash's neck to prevent his laughter from carrying. She merely grinned.
"That doesn't count. The chick was freaky to say the least." His snort was mocking. "Main reason why I refused to talk to her. The least said, the better."
"Oh really?"
"Hell yeah. Always going on about destiny and fate." His hand rose to his temple, finger moving in circles in the vicinity of his temple in the international sign for 'loony'.
"And that makes me curious. What is your weakness?" Her eyes skipped down. "Aside from your ankle?" His smile was saccharine sweet as he turned to her.
"You, of course." Her giggle was high pitched, color riding high on her cheeks.
"Like I said, big squishy heart."
"Great. Now she's blushing too." Dante's sigh was that of a martyred soul.
"Where's the camera?" Vergil asked with a conspiratorial smirk. Panic flooded Leppress's eyes.
"You did not drop it. Tell me you didn't drop it." Her groan echoed in the sudden silence.
"I think you might have dropped it outside, Ver." Sash whispered, as quiet as she could. Leppress heard her, regardless.
"Where exactly outside? We have three horses, remember? Horses are heavy."
"Oh, you're in deep shit Ver." Dante's grin was a match to Sash's laughter.
"Yeah, the horses said hi when we went running past them."
"I'm sure they like people. Even half demons." Her head dropped on Dante's shoulder with a sigh. "You chased him."
"But I didn't catch him." He pointed out. "He's the one with the floppy hands." He watched, amused, as Sash crawled her way over to him, peering under the cold pack with analyzing eyes.
"Swelling's going down. You should be fine in a couple days."
"Give him another half hour. Quick healers, remember?" Vergil swallowed a smirk, his expression sheepish as he moved something discreetly behind his back with a discreet wink to Sash.
"Yeah, well, still worried about him." She tried to maintain a steady inflection to her words as she spotted the metal colored object behind Vergil's back.
"Yeah, you should be, it is your fault after all." Dante's voice was sardonically mocking as he stared at his brother as he got off the ground. The moment he began to walk towards him, he could just feel something was up. His palm landed on the back of Leppress's head, firmly, but gently, as he pushed her down into his shirt.
"Hey!" Her complains were muffled as Vergil leaned to whispers something in Dante's ear before returning to his spot on the floor. "Get your hand off my head, please?"
"Why?" Dante's voice was bland, his eyes conspiratorial as Sash frowned at Vergil.
"I had to let him in on it." He whispered. "I owe her for the Jaws bit."
"Because…" her voice was muffled as she spoke. "I cant…breathe…"
"You two are terrible." Sash giggled, her whispers carrying barely beyond Vergil, who grinned as he leaned down to kiss her.
"Aren't we just?"
"Aw." Dante's voice was almost mocking again. "Should I find other ways to leave you breathless?" Leppress's eyes widened, her heart making a wild leap into her throat before he moved in for a kiss that would have knocked her off her feet if she'd been standing. She stared at him dazedly.
"Huh. So that's how you do it." Vergil stared at the speechless woman with interest. "I'll have to remember that next time she starts rambling about the house, the cats, the damned web pages and turning me into a freaking jackass." Dante growled softly at him, eliciting a chuckle from his brother. "See? We're very much alike, Bro. Get over it."
"Lep?" Sash sounded oddly lost. "Remember that thing you said while they were running around about what that funny feeling was called?"
"Yeah?"
"You're way too big and too loud." Dante shot back at Vergil's assurance.
"You were right." There was absolute terror in Sash's eyes.
Leppress gasped, her own eyes widening.
"Oh my. Well."
"What are the two of you talking about?" Vergil frowned, looking from one to the other.
"Nothing." The word was rushed in between deep breaths.
He peered closer. "What's so scary? C'mon, tell me."
"I know how she feels." Leppress snuggled up closer to Dante with a sigh.
"Nothing. Really, it's fine." Her eyes skipped over his, searching for a topic to deviate the conversation from its current one.
"Feels about what?" Dante was thoroughly confused.
"What?" With more patience than he felt, Vergil tipped her chin up, forcing her to look at him.
"…Love." She was forced to smile as it dawned onto Dante. He smirked, looking at his brother.
Well, if this wasn't going to be fun. "Know that little funny feeing you get when you look at someone special, and want to kill anyone who touches the one you get that funny feeling about? THAT feeling?" He nodded slowly. "Yeah. That feeling."
Her voice dropped a notch. "Of course, when you basically shouted it out…I sort of figured."
"Happens every time I look at you." Dante smiled softly, forced to catch Leppress as she melted.
"Just hold me, okay?" Sash lowered her eyes as fast as possible. He did as she asked, but persisted. "So tell me."
"You thought I put up with Vergil for nothing?" He grinned.
"I…" She swallowed hard, gathering as much courage as she could around herself. "IthinkI'minlovewithyou." His arms moved slowly away from around her, causing Sash to bite down hard on her lip.
"Yeah? You think?" His voice was soft. "Well, I know I do."
"Oh, admit it. You like her and you love your brother." Leppress grinned almost diabolically as she moved closer.
"You…you did?"
"Silly girl. Hell yeah." He grinned broadly at her confused expression. "I seem to recall saying it more than once."
"But we were…I mean…"
"Big old soft squishy heart there. And I adore it." She smiled, her voice turning into a whisper as she tuned out the second conversation. "And you."
"Good." Dante wrapped his arms tighter around her, ignoring the comments on his soft and squishy heart. He'd get her for that eventually.
"Goofball."
"Just for you, keep that in mind."
"I don't just say that to anyone." Vergil was serious as he looked at her.
"I didn't know." Sash's voice was little more than a shy whisper.
"You didn't know?" It was his turn to be awed.
"Could have been the heat of the moment…right?" She desperately tried to grab on to something, failing, as Vergil's face became stoic.
"No."
"Ten bucks say he proposes." Dante whispered, his arms firm around Leppress's waist, as Sash seemed to melt into a puddle. Vergil would either propose, or be forced to scrape her off the floor.
"Love you, brat." His words were soft, before he stopped, frowning. A look of utter dismay came into Vergil's eyes. "Gah! I sound like him!"
"Gee, ya think?" Leppress laughed, even as she sneered slightly. Her head was immediately shoved back into his shirt.
"Hell, I can make some quick cash out of them." He snorted, even as he kept her head down, catching bits and pieces of the teary love declarations. It was so sweet it was making him gag.
"You opportunist!" Her words were muffled, making him smile against her hair.
"Your point?"
"Oh, for crying out loud!" Vergil's voice rose abruptly, a smile pulling at his lips. "Having a freaking moment here and you two have to get all emotional!" Sash giggled, wiping tears from her eyes.
"What type of moment are we having?"
"Fucked if I know." His own smile was wide, his hair in disarray over bright eyes.
"Countdown to proposing in three…two…one…" Dante grinned, causing Leppress to turn sharply towards him.
"You're serious, aren't you?"
"I can see it happening." He shrugged, listening with half an ear to a second round of sappy declarations of everlasting love. Well, not quite, but it was still too sweet for his taste. "Not sure I want Sash in the family, though." He grinned. "I'd be happy if they took their time. A long time. But ten bucks can buy some shit."
"Cheap date, babe."
"I heard that!" Vergil called over Sash's head as she burst out laughing.
"I was talking about him!" Her hand pointed at Dante, who merely smiled at her outrage. "Sheesh!"
"Ok, yeah, he's cheap."
"Love you too, Vergil." Dante deadpanned, bored.
"My heart's all aflutter." He deadpanned back. Sash was forced to laugh, batting her eyelashes at him.
"Is it?" He looked down, an odd expression on his eyes.
"For you? Yes." He rose so suddenly she almost squealed, stalking towards the couch and wrapping his arms around Dante's lapels. Pulling him off the couch, he kissed him square on the lips. "But, my darling, I lust you so very much." Leppress couldn't help it, falling across the couch in a heap, laughing at the show.
"The fuck!" Dante's voice was enraged as Vergil began to set him down. His own hands grabbed a hold of his brother's shirt, pulling himself up viciously, his ankle hanging precariously in the air, kissing him for all he was worth. "The fuck you're getting away with a cheap snog!"
"Well." Sash's eyes widened as the snort tore out of her. "Vergil really did let go, didn't he?"
"Oh, baby, lets get it on." Vergil purred, sending the girls into gales of laughter at the bad porn star voice. "I want you. I neeeed you."
"You're gonna have to carry me." Dante's lips twitched as he tried to repress a laugh. "Not too steady on my feet here…must be lust."
"Oh! A proposition!"
"Indecent, no less." Dante nodded in agreement, his eyes narrowing as Vergil patted his head.
"Yeah, you're not worth much more." His head moved, in an attempt to bite his brother's hand with a growl while Leppress rolled off the couch in a fit of giggles.
"Mrrw, baby!"
"Oh you bite!" Vergil hissed. "You know just how much that turns me on!" The two females were unable to stop themselves as he ran his hands over his body in the most absurd parody of a stripper they had ever seen.
"Oh stop! Please! Gonna die here!" Gasping, laughing, unable to catch her breath, Leppress did her best to return a semblance of normalcy to the situation while Sash resorted to curling up into a little ball while she laughed.
Dante didn't even spare them a look as he grinned, hands switching from his brother's shirt to his ass. "Oh yeah baby. You're asking for it."
"Give it to me good, babe." Vergil grinned back. Leppress rolled on the floor, caught in gales of laughter.
"You're not gonna walk straight for a week." Dante warned, his voice low, his smile firmly in place. "Counting on it, honey." Vergil fairly purred the words back.
"Honey?" It was all the girls needed to hear to come unglued, gasping for breath as they laughed, busting a gut on the floor at the two mostly oblivious males. Dante offered a soft growl.
"Oh yeah, Sweety. You know it."
"Ow. Fucking ow." Leppress wrapped her arms around her aching stomach, tears flowing freely down her eyes. Sash pounded the floor with her fist, unable to breathe as her face slowly turned red.
"Oh my precious!" Vergil's voice rose in pitch. "You know how much it turns me on when you talk so dirty…"
"God, Ver you make a horrible gay guy." Dante gave up, arching his neck back as he laughed uproariously, tears squeezing at the corners of his eyes. Vergil's grin was a wide match to his own.
"Gawd, I hope so." He snickered. "Precious. Baby sweet cakes. Lover boy!" He grinned even wider as he saw Sash fan herself rapidly with her hand, gasping, unable to breath through the laughter. With a final smile he slapped his brother's ass with little concern and strutted away, letting Dante flop back to the couch in a pile of laughter.
"Oh my god, Vergil, you're the uber drag queen! The Queen of Bitches!" Leppress gasped out as she tried to crawl back onto the couch next to a snickering Dante. The older Sparda turned with a conceited smile, sketching a small bow for her that had her in stitches yet again.
"Thank you, very much." He winked before lifting Sash off the floor and into his arms as she gasped for breath.
"Great. My brother's gonna turn into a drag queen on me. Literally."
"You know it babykins!" Still holding Sash as upright as possible, Vergil turned to face his brother, blowing mocking kisses in his direction. The exchange only caused Sash to start laughing again, collapsing against Vergil on her way to the floor.
"If any of us is going to be gay here, it's gonna be him." Dante pointed out calmly.
"Nah, no worries. Not gay." His grin would have been at home on a shark. "I guess it's you Snookywookums!"
"Snookywookums? Oh my fucking god!" The word sent Leppress into a new spate of hilarity, her voice taking on a childish quality. "Oh Dante snookywookums!"
"Still too slow bro!" Vergil commented as he dodged the boot thrown at him by Dante.
It was too much. Sash's eyes simply rolled inside their sockets and she fell straight to the ground. Or would have fallen, had it not being for Vergil's arms around her waist and his truly magnificent reflexes. She simply hung in midair for a moment before he hoisted her up and against him to keep her from falling. His eyes were filled with wonder. Dante snorted, not unkindly.