Yes, dear brother. Writhe. Writhe in your cage of torment. Serves you right after all. I know you hate me right now, but I couldn't care less. Yes, I see the way you are savagely skewering your food onto the unforgiving prongs of your fork. Probably imagining it's me...how amusing... The way he is chewing with such a vengeance as he glares bloody murder at me warms my heart.

Vergil calmly twirled his fork, amassing a spool of spaghetti noodles before bringing it to his lips. His eyes twinkled with mischief as he stared across the dining table at his mirror image. His indignant mirror image...

It hadn't been long since Dante had been secured in his device before they all gathered downstairs for dinner. It was almost comical the way Dante's face fell in defeat as he watched him lock the belt, twirling the keys on a finger in triumph. Vergil had made up in his mind that despite him having lost the bet as well, and being served an awful punishment, Dante's was so much worse.

"So...You boys sleep well?" Trish shoved a meatball into her mouth before looking up from her plate expectantly.

"Yeah." Dante's eyes never left his twin.

"Indeed." Vergil answered, wiping his mouth with a napkin. He half wondered how Dante was seemingly resisting blinking his eyes. It was rather impressive actually...

Trish nodded in acknowledgment, "That's good, that's good..." she looked over at Ari and lifted her brows.

Ari nodded slightly.

"Well...we have something we want to share with you guys." Trish continued, "Ari?"

Vergil directed his gaze to Ari as Dante continued to kill him with his eyes.

Ari set her fork down and took a sip of juice from her glass before looking at Dante, then Vergil, "We're going on a road trip tomorrow."

Vergil lifted a brow, "An out of town job came in this week?" It had been a while since they had been summoned to a mission outside of the city. And although there was a lot more to consider in terms of preparations when accepting such missions, he appreciated the change of scenery every now and then. Of course he knew he'd probably have to put up with a very ornery Dante this time due to certain conditions. Nonetheless, he would make the most of it. Hopefully it won't affect Dante's job performance. A deep smirk slid onto his face.

"Not this time." Ari sat her glass down onto the table and threw up dramatic jazz hands, "Guys, we're going on vacation!"

"Woo!" Trish clapped with a supplementary enthusiasm before doing a little dance in her chair.

Vergil's smirk slowly disappeared to be replaced with slightly furrowed brows.

Dante suddenly coughed, hitting the side of one of his fists to his chest before whipping his head to look at Ari and Trish, "What?!" he barely choked the word out.

"Yep, we're going to Miami! And let me tell you, it's gonna be a-ma-zing." Trish worked to capture a rolling meatball onto her fork.

"And interesting too." Ari chimed in.

"Mhmm. We already booked with a rockin' hotel and there's so much to see. We found out about some interesting places to shop and hang out, there's not gonna be one dull moment..."

"A vacation?" Realization began to hit Vergil as his thoughts began to drown out the voices of the chatty women. They hadn't taken a holiday for months, mainly due to time constraints and cases being called in. But this week had been oddly slow, admittedly, the ideal time to plan such a trip. These conditions didn't come often so it made sense for them to jump at the opportunity. However...this time was different. This time, he had a certain punishment looming over him.

Surely there must be another time we can postpone this to... I would much rather not go on a vacation dressed as Dante. Of course I suppose it will be much easier to deal with than what he has to contend with...

Heh...much easier.

Although...how will I explain the sudden wardrobe change to Ari without making light of this foolish bet? It was enough to have to deal with the drunken embarrassment of last night...To have to also explain that our antics extend into another 7 days, now apparently including a vacation, would surely not turn out well...

A certain memory suddenly flooded into his mind and he began to realize exactly how problematic this would likely become.

~o~o~o~

He lifted her up with ease and felt her legs slide around his waist, walking her backwards he planted gentle kisses on her collar bone before pressing her into a wall. His breathing was deep and he could hear her sigh into his hair.

Vergil raised his head up to look up at her, his hair falling like a mop over his face. Through his downy locks he could see the desire in her eyes as she bowed her head to stare down at him, but almost immediately, she furrowed her brows slightly. He tilted his head, curious about her gaze.

Tightening her legs around his waist, Ari suddenly slid both of her arms from around his neck as he continued to balance her against the wall. She gently ran her fingers through his hair, pushing it back into its signature position before a small smile appeared on her flushed face.

Vergil lifted an eye brow.

"Um...I prefer you look like you and not your brother. Especially when we're like this." She glanced away sheepishly and looking as if she was feeling slightly awkward.

He got her message loud and clear. He admitted that he sometimes forgot about the fact that he had an identical twin. And despite their obvious differences in mannerisms and personalities, there were some moments where they could be indistinguishable based on appearance alone. He figured it must have been strange for her to see him in those brief moments where he donned a relaxed appearance, like when he stepped out of the shower, and be reminded of Dante, who donned a relaxed appearance as his default style choice. That is, when he wasn't wearing something ridiculous and seemingly highly uncomfortable.

"Understood darling." He smiled as he lifted one of his hands to run it through his hair in acknowledgment before leaning back in to plant more kisses on her.

~o~o~o~

Wait...I wonder... Will she want to...? Probably... But if I'm dressing and acting like him... No. This won't do. We have to reschedule this.

"Why now? Can't we just do it next weekend?" Dante's tone held a tinge of desperation and Vergil could tell he was struggling to keep his composure.

"Nope. We already booked the rooms and since we're due to arrive tomorrow, we can't cancel without giving up our deposit." Trish finished her meal and pushed her plate forward to cross her arms and rest them on the table. "Besides we need this, especially after all the chaos of work we've been putting up with this month..."

"Agreed." Ari added.

Well there goes that idea, they sounded like their minds were set. Great. Now what? Perhaps he should feign illness. No wait...it was highly unusual for him to get sick. An injury maybe? Hm. Not quite. Actually, what if a job suddenly got called in tomorrow? Yes. Suddenly.

"You're not excited Dante? I thought you'd be eager to flee town for a few days. No business, and all pleasure." Trish winked at him.

Dante shifted uncomfortably in his seat, whether from nerves or from the fact that the chastity belt was cutting into his bum was up for debate. Either way, internally, he wanted to wail. Just when he thought this couldn't get any worse...

"What of the prospect of someone calling in tomorrow?" Vergil hoped this would work, it was probably their last hope at diverting this.

"We already set up the answering machine to let them know we'll be closed this weekend. Any inquiries will be taken care of Tuesday morning." Ari replied in a rehearsed tone as she placed her napkin down onto her empty plate.

"Tuesday?" Vergil and Dante questioned almost in unison.

Trish and Ari exchanged an odd look before Trish answered, "Yep. We'll head back Monday instead of Sunday."

"Why?" Dante's voice sounded a bit strained.

"Because. Just trust us. We got a fun weekend planned." Ari smirked, glancing shyly at Vergil before playing with her fork.

"Fun?" Dante asked.

"Yep. Fun, fun." Trish seemed delighted.

He caught that look. He definitely caught that look. Vergil chewed at the inside of his cheek. It seemed there was no getting around this and it made his stomach feel odd. Not to mention, he began to feel angry at the fact that him being a "mini Dante" was what his egotistical twin chose as his punishment. Ari didn't deserve this. Vergil frowned.

No, he didn't like this at all. However, it wasn't because he was intimidated or anything silly like that, but simply because he alone had the right to be close to her, no other man was allowed that. But here he was, being forced into behaving as and looking like another man within the closeness he and his wife shared. And his brother of all people... He could feel the rage ignited within him. Vergil held his own with confidence and had no interest or reason to be a jealous man, but he was quite unapologetically possessive of what was his.

Trish clapped her hands together, standing from her seat at the table, "Well, we better get packing if we wanna get a good night's sleep. It's a bit of a drive to make." She began to gather her dishes. Ari followed suit as they both disappeared into the kitchen.

Dante's eyes instantly shot to Vergil once the women were out of sight. The glare was nothing shy of the stares of 1000 angry, ready-to-charge bulls. "If I die this weekend, it's all your fault."

"If I lose my sanity, it's all your fault." Vergil met his glare with one of his own as they challenged each other silently.

"Of course, the one weekend where... and Miami too...?" Dante whimpered pathetically before refocusing on his brother, "I can't stand you."

"Shut up, the feeling is mutual. And let me remind you dear brother, this is all your fault." Vergil snapped as he rubbed at his temples.

"My fault?" Dante's eyes narrowed, "The only thing that I'm guilty of is wanting to hang out with my jerk of a brother. This is your fault."

Vergil scoffed, "Perhaps you should learn to take no for an answer and stop trying to force your selfish way all the time. If you think this is my doing, you need to be checked in to the nearest asylum."

Dante grumbled colorfully as he stood from his seat pawing at the back of his pants. Vergil watched him and smirked knowingly. He stifled a laugh as Dante continued his personal groping, moving from the back to the front of his trousers. After a few moments, Dante seemed to settle down, either having given up or finally getting into a somewhat comfortable alignment with his new companion.

"I'll have your clothes for the weekend ready for you in a few Dante jr." Dante growled at the elder. He paused, staring pointedly, "And you need to stop talking like that. That's not how we talk."

Vergil's smirk disappeared and he briefly glared up at Dante as he brushed passed him to go up the stairs. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, not at all looking forward to what he was going to actually be doing.

Is this real life?

His eyes suddenly flew open and his hands instinctively reached up to the arms that gently wrapped themselves around his neck from behind him. He shivered and hissed as a warm tongue flicked out to capture his earlobe before her lips mumbled against his cheek.

"Make sure you pack your silk robe. The sexy black one. Don't forget." Ari whispered before kissing his cheek and turning to go up the stairs.

Vergil swallowed thickly, closing his parted lips.

Sweet mother of...

What was he going to do? He groaned in frustration as he stood from his chair. Picking up his plate and utensils, he suddenly had the strange feeling of impending doom. He shook his head. He had to find a way around this. For he feared that if he didn't, there would be quite a hefty price to pay. He briefly glanced down. A hefty price indeed.

...

His grin rivaled that of the Cheshire cat himself as he marveled at his work. It was so beautiful, it almost brought a tear to his eye. It would kind of be like having his own kid for the next week; maybe they could even play catch or something to mark the occasion. Regardless, he was giddy beyond all reason. But there was one more thing that needed to be done to make it perfect. Well, almost.

"Stop scowling, I don't scowl DJ." Dante's tone was filled with playfulness as he met Verg-...Dante jr.'s gaze in the mirror, "Now say it."

Vergil's glare intensified and his fists were balled up so tightly at his sides, his knuckles were white.

"Say it." Dante narrowed his eyes, "Or you can admit this is too much for you, we call it even and drop this entire thing."

Vergil clenched his teeth, "No."

"Then say it." Dante crossed his arms.

Vergil huffed and dropped his shoulders, "Hey...what's goin' on babes...? I'm DJ and..."

"And?"

"Shut up, i'm trying. And...I'm ready to party. Hard."

Dante eyes teared up as he choked back a laugh, "Not bad, needs some work though. But good try." He ruffled Vergil's hair before his hand was savagely smacked away.

"Just make sure you greet them just like that. I'll take care of the rest." Dante turned to leave the bathroom, "And don't forget your bag of clothes. I put 'em on your bed. Got it?"

Vergil was silent.

"Got it?" He was enjoying this so much.

"Yeah...dude."

Dante smiled wide before exiting the bathroom to return to his room. He knew Vergil was squirming and it satisfied his vengance ten-fold. That's what he gets for making me wear this thing. His smile slowly faded. He really had to go an entire week plus a vacation without be able to... Suddenly his stomach felt sour, he had a very strong feeling Trish had some sexy stuff planned for him...

Dante looked to the bags that sat atop their bed. With that in mind, he knew it was only a matter of time before Trish found out about it. He had expertly avoided any chance of her finding out when they went to bed last night by claiming tiredness and carefully placing a few pillows, but he couldn't keep doing that without looking suspiscious. But maybe she won't be mad. Of course, if there was a way around this he would make it his business to find it. What exactly were his options though? There didn't seem to be much to choose from, but he refused to let that stop him. He would do everything in his power to survive this week without her finding out and once it was over, never ever bet like that again. He could hear voices downstairs.

It must be time to...

"Let's load up boys!" Trish's voice carried loud and clear.

Dante groaned. Here we go...

He grabbed his bags and left the room to start down the stairs. Glancing out the window, he saw that the sun still hadn't completely risen. It was quite early and the girls made it very clear they wanted to leave as early as possible to beat any morning traffic and get on the road. Of course they also had to stop to pick up breakfast, but that wouldn't be until they were on the outskirts of town.

Reaching the bottom step, he made his way to the couch. Ari and Trish stood by the front door with luggage of their own, looking up from a map when he sat down .

"Where's Vergil?" Trish's brows furrowed behind her shades.

"Who?" Dante said under his breath with a smirk.

Ari and Trish's attention was suddenly occupied as Vergil made his way down the stairs. Heavy black combat boots rumbled each step as he descended. His hair lay down all the way around his head obscuring his eyes and the tight black shirt he wore was buttoned only half way, generously revealing his chest and the amulet that dangled freely around his neck. His shirt was neatly tucked into his deep red leather pants that came fully equipped with belts that loosely crossed around his waist this way and that.

Ari took off her shades with her jaw dropped and Trish slowly raised a hand to cover her mouth at the sight of him.

Vergil stopped as he descended the final step and turned towards the three. Dante glanced at him over his shoulder and smirked, discreetly giving him a look that said 'Well?'

"Hey, what's goin' on babes? I'm DJ and i'm ready to party hard." Vergil's tone surprisingly sounded convincing.

Dante shook with internal laughter, being careful to hide his reaction from Trish and Ari.

"V..Ver-gil?" Ari was flabbergasted.

"No babe, I'm DJ."

Trish snapped her gaze to Dante and narrowed her eyes.

"D-DJ?! Who the...? Vergil, what are you doing?!" Ari could not compute what was going on as she stared in horror at the man that was once her husband.

"What do you mean? I'm just hangin' sweetness."

Ari shook her head in disbelief. Who was this imposter?

"What on Earth is going on here?" Trish took a step towards Dante as he stood from the couch and clapped.

"Wow, lookin' good bro." He looked down at the petite blond, "We decided to plan a little something in honor of the trip. It's all a part of that. It's a...surprise though." He hoped he was convincing enough.

"Well sur-friken-prise." Ari's tone lacked any emotion as she continued to stare at Vergil.

Trish gave Dante a look that clearly said, 'I don't believe you' and turned on her heel in a huff, "We'll talk about this in the car. We gotta go." Making her way to the door, she grabbed, still stunned, Ari by the arm to walk out to the car.

That would have to do for now. He needed some time to think of a good cover-up for this, maybe by the time they got to Miami he would have a believable story. He had to admit though, Vergil had done that pretty well. Once Trish and Ari left out the door however, Dante burst out in laughter at the awkwardly good mini-me, "C'mon dude, let's roll." he grinned.

Vergil's lips thinned into a line as his twin walked over and slapped him on his back. Quickly tipping his foot out as Dante walked away, he caught one of his ankles causing him to unceremoniously tumble into a faceplant like a sack of potatoes. He calmly stepped over Dante the potato as he followed the women out the door.