"So what's on the agenda for you two today?"

Ari shrugged slightly as she sipped the hot coffee in her over sized mug, "Not sure. I closed a case 2 days ago and i'm waiting on a lead for a new one that came in last night." She sat her cup on the table as she began cutting into the waffle plated in front of her, "I don't think V has anything on the books either."

Trish hummed as she ate a piece of sausage from her fork before sipping from her own mug, "It's been kind of slow lately."

Ari nodded.

This was one of the things that they had all come to accept as just being an inevitable part of their profession: the occasional standstill. For the most part, none of them minded it if it was only for a week or so, maybe two, but anything beyond that and the restless stir-craziness would eventually kick in.

Ari lifted her gaze to just over Trish's shoulder from across the table, taking note of the beauty the day had brought just outside the kitchen window. The sun was shining, but not blazing and the orange leaves on the trees reminded her of the ideal fall season image seen in ads and movies. She silently debated on asking Vergil to take a stroll with her in the park later on. It just seemed like a waste to linger around the shop for a lead that may not even come that day.

Of course it would have to be after Vergil got a bit of sleep, seeing as to how he barely got any the previous night due to...shenanigans. She was glad that he and Dante had actually managed to get the office cleaned in a timely fashion though, especially since there was virtually nothing for her and Trish to redo afterward. It was a pleasant surprise really, because they had both expected to find a half-done job. Then again, they probably forced themselves to do a near perfect cleaning so they wouldn't have to hear from either of them when they did finally crash.

Ari smirked to herself. Men. She tilted her head slightly.

Interestingly enough though, instead of falling into bed like she had expected him to, Vergil had told her he needed to go to a shop in town to get something once the place was back in order. But he never told her what he needed to get, and that made her curious. Usually when he said things like that, he would surprise her with some kind of gift not long after. Hm...

"Did you hear me?" Trish's voice startled her out of her thoughts as the blond tilted her head in curiosity.

"Huh?"

"I said how do you feel about getting out of town for the weekend? It's been a while since we vacay'd."

That sounded nice...and it definitely had been a while. It was already Thursday and she doubted anything pressing would roll across the desk with it being so close to the weekend. She didn't see why not and quite frankly, she felt like it would almost be a crime to deny themselves this. Especially since the last time they had all gotten out of the city, was for a job...

'It would be nice to be leaving for leisure for once...'

"Where to?" Ari set her utensils on her plate and grabbed a napkin to wipe her mouth.

Trish smirked, "Miami?"

"Trishaaa-"

"Oh c'mon! I really wanna go to that hotel I heard about on the beach. It'll be great." Her face beamed as she leaned her elbows on the table, "Listen, I heard they have these suites you can rent that have built-in stripper poles in the bedrooms. Just think about it..."

Ari lifted a brow and shook her head in disbelief as Trish rambled on.

"We could go and pick up some really cute lingerie and stuff from this one store I know...ooh! and I know a place that sells the best perfume, and they have body glitter and some pretty amazing accessories too..." Trish tapped a slender finger against her temple, "They open at 7 tonight...hmm."

"Trish..." Ari crossed her arms as a blush began to creep onto her light brown cheeks.

"What about toys though...? Do you two do toys? I know another shop that me and Dante go to that we can check out if you wanna grab some. Just be mindful that they have some pretty wild stuff..."

"Trish!"

Blue eyes blinked in innocent confusion as Ari shuffled uncomfortably in her chair, crossing both her arms and legs as she stared down at nothing in particular.

Trish giggled knowingly, "Oh c'mon, it'll be fun and you know it."

They stared at each other in silence.

"Would you want to see Vergil on a pole then?"

A laugh burst forth from Ari at the almost desperate look on Trish's face.

"Listen, i'm trying to check this place out, okay?" Trish waved her hand dismissively at being laughed at, but she held back a laugh herself as she reached for her coffee mug.

"So why hadn't you and Dante already gone then?" Ari tilted her head.

"Haven't had the time."

Ari hummed. She had to admit, a pole in a hotel room was definitely something she didn't see every day. And it actually did sound like an interesting idea to her... At this point, she and Vergil had done quite a few erotic things together but pole dancing was new territory. She wrinkled her nose. She would definitely have to disinfect the thing if she did decide to give it a go though. Of course the image of her trying to be all seductive and then awkwardly falling off the thing ended up flashing in her mind also. Now she was feeling a bit anxious, but her curiosity was stronger still.

Oh boy...

"Well...alright. I'm in." Ari couldn't help but smile at how outrageous she anticipated this to be. Regardless, they were getting ready to finally go on a long overdue road trip and for that she was thankful.

Trish clapped her hands together and squealed, "That's the spirit! This is gonna be amazing, you'll see. Oh, we have so much to do, we gotta start packing! We leave tomorrow."

"Well alright then. " Ari began as she stood from the table and stretched, "I'll go change out of my jammies and meet you in about...15?" she picked up her empty plate and cup.

"Sounds good." Trish began collecting her dishes also and walking to the sink, "And i'm thinking we should keep the detail about the room as a little secret surprise for the boys. What do you think?"

Ari nodded. This would definitely be interesting.

...

Dante's arm dangled freely off the side of the over sized bed that he and Trish shared. His face was buried obscurely within his pillow, so much so that it seemed like streams of white hair were flowing out of the pillow itself. He snored with abandon as his body was finally getting the sleep it had been craving all morning.

It had been several hours since he and Vergil had finished cleaning up downstairs and once it was all said and done, he wordlessly made a beeline to his bed and flopped down on it. It didn't take him long to fall asleep, in fact, he may have even been asleep before his body made contact with the matress. Nonetheless, it was now late in the evening and he showed no signs of getting up, not even a little bit.

Soon a knock resounded throughout the room just barely startling the hunter awake. Lifting his head slowly, his eyes lazily scanned the room before he let it drop back into the pillow unceremoniously. Hearing the door slide open, he assumed it to be Trish coming to check on him and made no move to make any acknowledgment. He felt he could do for a few more hours of sleep.

But why would Trish knock? Oh well. Who cares.

"Wake up."

...

Dante remained defiantly still despite feeling something heavy drop onto the bed next to him.

What the...?

"Dante."

He sighed.

"Go away." Dante brought his arms up to squeeze the pillow under his head hoping to emphasize his desire to be left alone.

It was duly ignored.

Vergil gazed down at his twin with indifference. After returning from the town center earlier, he had also opted to catch up on some sleep. He slept soundly for about 6 hours before he awoke to Ari telling him that she and Trish were going to shop around for a bit. Once they left, he decided to get up and deliver Dante's special package to him.

After everything he had endured over the passed 15 hours, he felt like it was all about to be worth the trouble. He made sure he got the most durable and memorable one he could find. Vergil still maintained that had it not been for Dante's stubborn desire to not take no for an answer, all of this could have been avoided. The drinking, the destruction, the deal that brought this about and the uncomfortable situation he ended up in when he went to get the contraption.

Vergil snarled in disgust at the thought of what unfolded a few hours ago.

~o~o~o~

"Can I help you find anything sir?" The shop keeper looked like something out of a freak show.

Greasy black hair was plastered against his scalp and smoothed into a small ponytail at the back of his head. He wore a costume that made him look like some kind of sado-masochistic executioner but instead of it being the typical black, it was bright red with tassles on the shoulders.

The environment itself was relatively clean however and the lighting was soft, seductive even, with different areas being lit with different colored bulbs. Vergil rarely stepped into places like this except to grab a few handcuffs and blindfolds here or there, but he knew this was the only place in town that would carry chastity devices. He thought it to be kind of ironic actually. He had brought Ari here a couple of times in the past but eventually she opted to stay behind whenever they fancied anything from the establishment. She had begun to feel uneasy at the idea of people knowing what they used in the bedroom and found it easier to cope by just sending Vergil, who simply didn't feel any such embarrassment.

He passed by the eager shop keeper without sparing a glance, "No, I'm fine."

"Alright, just holler if you need assistance." The man returned his attention to an obscene magazine as he sat back down at the register.

Vergil took a few moments to browse around before he found the area that held what he was looking for. He was almost horrified at the vast array of devices that could undoubtedly drive a man insane. Alot of them looked quite painful and all of them looked uncomfortable. He was feeling a bit merciful, so he decided against choosing a painful looking one. He merely wanted to choose one that would essentially be Dante-proof, and would get his point across to him: When I say no, I mean it.

Then he saw it.

"Need some help handsome?"

Vergil lifted a brow at the sudden interruption but did not divert his attention.

A short, petite girl suddenly stood next to him with a hand on her hip, popping a piece of gum in her mouth. Her hair was a pastel pink and pulled up into two ponytails on either side of her head. She wore a purple leather bodysuit that left nothing to imagination and the tall heels on her stilettos were so thin they almost looked non-existent.

"No, I don't."

The woman's eyes followed up to the area Vergil had been browsing and she lifted an eyebrow.

"Now what's a man like you, want with something like that?"

Vergil was silent. His annoyance with this intruding woman was rising rapidly.

She circled around to the other side of him to get into his view better, "Surely a sexy stallion doesn't need that. I see you as more of a wild and free type." her eyes flashed with flirty playfulness as she lifted a hand to lightly trace her fingers along his shoulder.

Foolish tramp.

Vergil turned his head to look at the woman who eyed him up and down with what he deemed was supposed to be an alluring look. A smile slithered onto his face and the woman looked intrigued.

"You know..." Vergil began in a low voice, "It's interesting that you describe me as 'wild and free'..."

"Is it?" The woman took a step forward, her excitement was apparent.

"Indeed. In fact, I'd even go as far as to assume that you describe yourself as being the same. Am I correct?" he watched her eyes flicker down to look at his left hand, noticing his wedding ring.

She crossed her arms in front of her and lifted a pinky finger to her lips, "You are, but i'm definitely more on the wild side." She winked, "I could show you sometime if you want."

Vergil tilted his head slightly and spoke in a sultry voice and as he began to speak, her eyes fluttered closed as she fell for his charm, "Even if I wasn't married, I wouldn't waste my time on a desperately whore-ish creature like you."

It took a moment for the woman to realize what he had said, and when she did her face suddenly looked confused. Vergil's eyes hardened.

"And by the way, it's quite obvious that your breasts are fake and those crudely colored extensions have seen better days."

The woman looked horrified as Vergil brushed his shoulder off and grabbed what he came for, gliding passed her still form uncaringly.

The blatant disregard for sacred things and obvious boundaries that some people showed never ceased to disgust him. They behaved like animals who never came out of heat and he had no patience for them except to humiliate them for their efforts. The offense they took satisfied him greatly because, quite frankly, the cretins that approached him offended him by merely beginning to think to address him in such a manner.

He would never stoop so low as to be unfaithful to his wife, that was beneath him, but even if he was single he still wouldn't stoop so low as to be promiscuous. That was also beneath him. No matter what his status, he carried himself in a dignified and self-respecting manner and he couldn't understand why a person would choose to be otherwise. Just thinking of some of the people he had seen on the street who legitimately looked like a walking bag of STDs made him shudder.

~o~o~o~

"Get up. Your package is here." Vergil nudged the box towards his twin.

Reluctantly, Dante lifted his head and turned to look at the box in question. He lifted an eyebrow before slowly rising to a sitting position. He eyed the unmarked box suspiciously before looking up at Vergil.

"What is it?"

"You know what it is. Just open it." Vergil replied with a hint of impatience.

"Uh...no I don't..." Dante began opening the box and Vergil watched in eager anticipation, despite his face lacking any indication of such excitement.

"What the..." Dante was speechless and then realization hit him. It wasn't a bad dream, this was real.

He swallowed hard as he pulled the chastity belt from the box, turning it this way and that. This couldn't be happening, he actually went and found one. Dante could feel his body start to shake at the sight of the thing, it looked beastly. He looked up at Vergil who had a smug smirk on his face and wanted to knock it right off. Did he really expect him to wear this for a week?

The metal belt was fashioned in the shape of a thong. A very stiff and unforgiving thong at that. Of course the worst of it was the curved cage that sat proudly at what he knew was the front. And he knew exactly what was to go in that cage... Dante clentched his teeth, this was cruel. And all for what? A game of pool? Of all the crazy things he could get himself into, this one definitely took the cake.

"I can't fit this. Cage is too small." Dante was determined to make this difficult.

Vergil rolled his eyes, "You can, and you will."

"No I can't dude, look at it." he held it up to emphasize his nil point, "How are you gonna tell me what my junk can and can't fit in?

Vergil was silent. He knew Dante was just trying to worm his way out of the deal but he was unwilling to let him do so.

"You are backing out, refusing take your punishment like a true man? I see."

Dante scoffed, "What? I'm not-"

"Then put it on."

Dante's mouth snapped shut and he glared at Vergil. No one questioned his manhood. No one. He would see just how much of a man Vergil would be holding up his own end of the punishment. Dante stood from the bed, stepping to Vergil so close their noses almost touched and glaring into his arrogant face. Brushing passed him, he headed to the bathroom. Oh, his time was surely coming, and after seeing this torture device, he would make sure to make it one that dearest big brother would remember for the rest of his life.