A/N: By no means my first attempt at slash, but it is my first attempt at fan fiction. Be nice?
Unending Cycle
Some people think that as you fight things about you are revealed that would else wise remain hidden. In the case of the Sparda twins this was undoubtfully true. It could be observed in the battle for dominance, the banter between rivals and the brotherly antics.
It was an unending cycle, the fighting. But was there more to it than that?
The answer would depend on who you asked.
Dante would make some smart-ass comment, and blame Vergil or their father. Vergil because it was always he that initiated their fighting, with his 'invitations,' their father because wasn't he to blame for everything?
Vergil wouldn't be quite so confident. He would need to think about it. He wasn't oblivious to the lure of his younger brother. So maybe there was something else behind his, behind his words. And maybe to find out he needs to see his brother more, but he doesn't know how else to act other than with apparent hate.
It was an unending cycle of pain and confusion.
Neither of the twins really knew where they stood in the other's eyes. Vergil would give almost anything to know how Dante regarded him. An enemy? A brother? Somebody to love, or somebody to loathe?
Dante would give almost anything to know what went on in his brother's mind. What was the driving force behind his motives? But even as he resolved to, one day, find out he could never seem to do anything in the situations he was placed.
It was an unending cycle of uncertainty and longing.
It was another day, another battle. Like always they seemed to be somewhere high, somewhere secluded. The freezing rain beat down upon them as they stood across from each other. Then, as if a silent signal was given, they charged. Both fought viciously, attempting to gain dominance, but they were brothers, they were equals so it was a long time before one overpowered the other.
Vergil, the elder, forced his mirror image to the ground. Blue eyes stared up at him, almost asking for an answer. And so Vergil was tempted.
If you thought hard enough about it, it could be seen as a type of pride, to love your mirror image so much. Love. Was somebody with demon blood coursing through his veins capable of such a… human act? His father appeared to have been, and he didn't even have the human blood mingling with the demon.
He leaned over Dante, smiling slightly, and the younger was pinned down by the gaze alone. It was different than he was accustomed to. He was drawn to the softer, seemingly more kindly, expression. So he lay there, silent, no smart ass comments this time. At least not yet.
Vergil hesitated, something which the overly confident half-breed rarely did. They really were two sides of the same coin. Both with their arrogance, and their looks.
Then, throwing caution to the wind he leaned downwards and, with a gentleness one wouldn't expect him to possess, he lightly pressed his lips against those of his brother. It was wrong on so many levels, but he would blame the union of the two bloods, and the fact that he was, in fact, just a teenager.
The action had taken Dante by surprise. Who would have thought that the person who he thought hated him beyond reason had such a different feeling lying in his heart? While he was shocked it wasn't really a feeling that crossed over into disgust. There was understanding, and he smiled. Then he pulled Vergil down to kiss him properly, and a different type of battle for dominance ensued.
