Authors Note: HOMIGOD. I return from the grave. God, severe authors block had cursed me all summer, I haven't written a single story since the last chapter of this story. I'm so so so so soooooooooooo sorry for delaying that so long. I just wasn't in a Devil May Cry mood for such a long time, mind you, I wasn't in much of any mood besides making my own comic. Which is taking a while too. So, as promised, here is the next chapter. I just figured out some plot twists so this may not end as quickly as I thought. XD

PART TWO

Chapter Three

Groaning, Dante opened his icy blue eyes, everything blurred for but a mere second, but that was long enough for him to notice the pain in the back of his head. He meant to raise a hand to the back of his head, which was stinging uncomfortably, but he could not move his arms. Or his feet, for that matter. His eyes scanned the area, if he was nervous it did not show. His surroundings were dark, he was convinced the room was windowless until he finally noticed the pane of broken glass, that was placed lopsidedly in its frame. Outside was the dark curtain of night, the twinkling stars dimmed by the black clouds that hovered above, casting an eerily miserable glow on Dante's skin. He raised his head, to get a better look upon his surroundings, finally glancing down. He was lying flat on his back, his arms at his sides. Why couldn't he move?

Finally he noticed the thick rope wound around his wrists and upper arms. He assumed they were on his feet and legs as well. He put his head back down, his mouth twitching into a frustrated sneer.

"Fuck this…" He muttered under his breath, his fingers itching to wrap around the neck of whoever had done this, and choke him mercilessly.

"You've awakened." Said an emotionless voice, startling Dante from his violent thoughts.

"Who's there?" Dante said, raising his head once again. He glanced towards the window, where a person had at last been illuminated. White hair, pale skin. Blue eyes glowed out at Dante much like that of a possessed spirit, and a blue cloak clothed the male.

Vergil approached Dante, slowly, angling himself so Dante could see the psychotic smile perched upon his thin lips.

"I'm hurt. You couldn't tell it was me?" Vergil said, letting out an uncharacteristic, sadistic laugh.

"You bitch." Dante hissed, fighting against the thick rope once again. Normally he would be able through it, but this seemed different.

Vergil continued to approach the younger twin, his smile remaining, his face resembling that of a well carved and painted statue, the expression unchanging. Vergil walked around his brothers lying body, to where Dante's feet were.

"I had fun last time we saw each other." Vergil said, leaning over his brother, his hair falling in front of his eyes, making him look utterly psychotic. "Although I'm sure you didn't…"

Dante spit at his brother, the saliva landing on the corner of Vergil's mouth. Much to Dante's disgust, Vergil's tongue flicked out and licked up the spit. The elder brother leaned closer.

"Don't touch me." Dante hissed, pressing his body as flat against the floor as he could.

"I don't think you are in the right position to stop me." Vergil said, his face but a millimeter away from his brothers. He leaned forward a bit more, his thin lips coming in contact with his younger siblings, forcing Dante into a rough kiss.

Dante shuddered, feeling Vergil's tongue flick across his lips. Anger flooded his form, his eyes glowing more than they had in nearly a month's time. He closed his eyes, trying with all his strength to break through the rope.

Vergil let his lips leave Dante's, watching his brother struggle under him. "You're so beautiful when angered." Vergil said. His opinion was his brother was beautiful at any time, but he knew how much these words would anger Dante. His brother was a bit…touchy at times.

Dante growled, his eyes opening, his mouth twisted into a frustrated sneer once again. "Get off me, you damn perverted psycho person."

"Oh, such a scary insult!" Vergil said sarcastically, leaning forward once again. "Don't be too mean, or I might decide to be rough…"

Dante said nothing, hatred burning in those icy eyes. He didn't need to say anything, and even if he did he didn't have the chance too. Vergil's lips soon covered his own once again, and Dante heard his cloak rip, hands being placed on his lean torso.

And even in his violent thoughts he heard his brothers voice whisper, almost possessively, into his ear.

"You are mine. Dante…my precious brother…"

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END. Yeah. Sorry. XD End of the chapter at least. O.o Yeah. I'll update soon once I figure out what the next chaper shall be about! D

Anyways. I have to go to bed now. ; Hope you have fun reading! All the reviews really encouraged me to continue. XD