You were humming along the street as you swing your hand back and forth while holding a white plastic bag with different ingredients in it. It was 12 o'clock in the afternoon as you make your way towards Devil May Cry thinking of making something for the twins; a Strawberry Sundae for 'the pervert' and a Blueberry Sundae for the 'bookworm'. You grinned as you swung the front door wide open.

"Hey guys! Have plans for today? Cause I sure as hell have plans for you!" You raised your voice calling out to the twins. You blinked when you saw Vergil lying on the couch with his feet propped up onto its arm and his right hand covering his face. He looks very tired and you've never seen him this tired before. You slowly walked up to him and studied his face. 'He's asleep,' you thought.

"(y/n)?" A young blond little girl called out to you. You walked towards her and ask her about Vergil.

"Vergil's been up all night. Someone's been SICK and he wouldn't give us any rest at all," Patty sounded like she's annoyed. Assuming by the word 'he' that you heard from Patty, you guessed that she meant Dante.

You gave a questioning look to Patty and asked, "Dante? A guy like him is always sick with all his perverted minds."

Patty looked up and furrowed her eyebrows deeper, "Oh yeah. He's really sick this time. Literally sick. Why don't you go and have a look."

As you took a few steps towards the stairs, you heard Vergil groan from the couch.

"I'd like to advice you that it would be best if you leave him alone for the time being," Vergil said as he woke up and sat on the couch with his hands pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Did you do something to him?" You turned to face him.

Somehow, Vergil didn't answer you but instead, you felt shivers running down your spine when Vergil gave you an evil smirk.

'Oh, that's not good,' you thought again. You assumed that Vergil must have knocked him out last night being annoyed or whatsoever.

"Umm, Vergil?" You twiddled your thumb over the plastic bag you were holding, "I was thinking of making a blueberry sundae for you and strawberry sundae for Dante. But I'll do one for you first since Dante is not in the condition to 'get up' yet. How does that sound?" You smiled at him.

Vergil gave you a nod and you hopped to the kitchen like an excited 7 year old kid who can't wait to eat her ice cream sundae. Propping every ingredients on the table, you started to mix them. When you're done, you make your way back into the office, bringing the different flavored sundaes in your hands. Patty was pretty excited. You made a sweetened caramel sundae for her, blueberry sundae for Vergil and (your favorite flavor) sundae for you.

After sitting down for awhile, Vergil finished his just within a few minutes while you and Patty were sitting around glancing at the fashion magazine that Patty brought with her. Her foster mother used to own those books, so Patty borrowed it and decided to ask you for a design that will look good on her. When you're done with the ice cream sundaes, Patty helped you cleaned up.

"Wanna go check out on Dante?" you grinned and Patty just stared blankly at you.

"I think I'll pass. Been up there this whole morning looking after him," Patty walks away from the kitchen as she rejected your offer.

Not listening to Vergil's advice earlier, you decided to make your way towards Dante's room alone and slowly opened his door. Poking your head inside first, you searched the room, looking for a sick figure lying on the bed. When you saw Dante under his blanket with his head only to be seen on his pillow, you walked into his room shutting the door behind you.

"Oooh Daaaante~~" you called his name in a low toned voice and slowly gave an evil smile to him. You leaned your body a little bit lower at the side of his bed, bringing your face closer to his.

Dante shifted a little bit as he slowly opened his eyes. He was slightly shocked when he saw your face closer to his and you let out a small laugh.

"You sick Dante? How can a demon like you get sick?" you asked as you crossed your arms in front of your chest and smiled.

"It's called 'Demonic flu', ever heard of it?" he answered as he shuts his eyes.

"No," you shook your head.

"Of course you don't because I just made that up," Dante said as he coughed, tilting his body to the side, facing his back to you.

"Well, that's too bad. I was thinking of making you a strawberry sundae," you waited for his response.

You thought that by mentioning his favorite strawberry sundae, he would get up from his bed and insisted on having one, but he didn't. Instead, Dante groaned not making any movement. You took a peek over his weak body and you saw him shutting his eyes close; eyebrows frowned a little and his face is somehow a little bit pale. You put the back of your hands onto his forehead then to his neck. He IS having a fever. You didn't expect this to happen especially when he's half demon! But yeah, whatever. After all, he IS still half human.

Sighing, -not believing that he's actually having a fever- you moved away from him and went outside of the room. After a few minutes, you returned with a cool pack on your hand, a medicinal herb and a digital thermometer.

"Dante?" you called out to him.

He shifted a little responding to your calls. Before placing the cool pack, you slipped the thermometer into his mouth. When you heard the beeping sound, you pulled it out and widened your eyes when you saw that his temperature is quite high. Slowly, you put the thermometer away on the coffee table besides his bed and carefully lift Dante's head with one hand and placed the cool pack beneath his neck, softly caressing his silver-white hair that was covering his eyes. You put the green herbs into a cup filled with hot water (not that hot) and helped Dante take a few sips. The herb that you got him was actually quite effective. You got it from a friend who has skills in herbal use and that friend is the only one who helped you survive longer being a hunter.

Just before you turn, moving away from the bed, you felt your wrist grabbed. You jumped and yelped a little when you saw Dante smiling at you. He pulled you down causing your body to flop onto the bed, leaning on his chest as he whispered to your ear, "its cold. A cool pack and a hot drink aren't going to help me get any better. I need something to…'warm me up'."

You can feel him smirking at the side of your face as your jaw dropped open, shooting your glare towards his face. You narrowed your eyes and hit his chest as you pulled away from him, blushing. 'How can he still be that perverted even when he's in THAT condition?!' you thought, stomping your way out of his room.

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Pouting and stomping your way downstairs, Patty stared at you with a questioning look. Vergil was sitting by his desk as usual reading his ancient-like kind of book. He didn't move his head away from the book but shifted his eyes over it following you.

"Is….something wrong?" Patty blinks a few times, asking you as you plop yourself onto the couch right across Vergil's desk, grunting.

"I HATE him!" You blurted out.

"I assume he said something quite disturbing to you or even tried to do something, did he?" Vergil guessed as he lifts his face away from his book with a calm expression, "Were you not listening to me earlier?"

You stared at him for a few seconds. As you swung your feet away from the couch and make your way towards him, you gripped the edge of his desk as tightly as possible and narrowed your eyes. You stared at him and give him the 'what-the-hell-is-going-on-here-and-I-know-you-know-something' kind of look.

Vergil took a quick glance at your deadly gripped hand on his desk and sighed, putting his books away.

"It is obviously one of those moments in this season," he said as he curved his eyebrows.

Your face turned into a questioning look, "you mean the fever is spreading around in town?"

"No," Vergil glanced at Patty and then back to you, sighing.

"It is mating season for…the likes of us," He continued staring into your eyes, carving a little smirk.

You gulped and stared at him blankly. You bit your lip as your face turned bright red. Patty shrieked and ran out of the place. Probably running back home to her mum, crying and not believing what she just heard. She's still a kid after all.

Anyway, Vergil stood up and makes his way around his desk. You took a few steps backward as he steps forward. With a blink of an eye, you fell onto the couch where you sat a few minutes ago. Vergil halted just in front of you and stared at you. Yup. Still smirking.

You cleared your throat, searching for an opening to find a way out of the place. Before you could stand, Vergil pinned you down onto the couch causing you to grunt. You tried to push him away but what the hell. His strength doesn't match with your strength. As Vergil leans his face closer to yours, you can feel his warm breath and the smell of his fainted cologne. Then, he stopped staring into your eyes. You bit your lower lip, holding your fist on his firm chest.

"But of course I won't do it. I'm not as stupid as my idiotic brother," He smirks, pushing himself away from the couch and moves back towards his desk.

Your face blushed even more. Well, you don't know why. Were you mad because he was messing around with you? Or were you shy because of his looks when he leans closer to your face, staring into your (e/c) eyes? Vergil does indeed have the charm. You pushed yourself away from the couch, still eyeing Vergil in case he would jump on you from behind (of course that's over exaggerating) and make your way outside of the place in a quick pace. Vergil turned to look at you, engraving a little smile on his face as you swung the door open and make your way outside.

_Le time skip_

You were back in your apartment. Your head is spinning, minds full of…..well….things that happened to you today. Kicking your boots away, not caring where it flew to, you make your way to the kitchen looking for something to drink; to clear your mind. You heard a door opened and closed from one of the rooms outside the kitchen and saw your brother walking in.

"Hey sis, what's with the grumpy looks?"

You turned to look at him, pulling out a pack of juice from the refrigerator. You wanted to drink wine or beer but nah, you forgot that you have a mission to get back to in the morning. You don't wanna mess around when you're on the job.

"And what the hell? You look like sh*t," your brother chuckled, thinking that it was funny.

You groan and sat at the edge of the kitchen table, "Don't ask." It's all you can say to him.

Rubbing your temple, you felt very tired. You feel like you wanted to just sleep while you're standing or walking or sitting or whatever. But that was impossible and ridiculous.

"I'm going out. I'll sleep over at a friend's house tonight so don't bother staying up late waiting for me ok?" Your brother slipped into his heavy combat boots and walks out of the apartment. You nodded in return.

Sighing, you make your way to your couch in the living room, switching on the television and clicking it away, searching for anything worth to watch. After a few minutes lying on the couch, it was already 8 o'clock. You felt your eyelids getting heavier and you fought the urge to sleep. You wanted to eat something, but you don't really feel like getting up. Your head hurts from thinking too much, and you felt like you just want to jump outside the window, wanting to forget everything. Yes. The thought of Vergil and Dante 'running' around in your head makes your headache even worse. Grunting, you stood up, shutting off the television and went back into your room slipping into your white tank top and black shorts.

As the night kicks in, you fell asleep surrendering to your spinning thoughts. You felt the cold weather outside as the wind blows soothingly through your opened windows. Wait. Opened windows? You quickly opened your eyes when you noticed that, because earlier today, you didn't even bother to keep your windows open. You let it shut the whole day. You tried to get up but your body won't let you. You were VERY tired. You grunted for a while and gave up as you pull up your blanket from your feet and wrapped it around yourself. Before you shut your eyes completely, you felt your bed sunk a little as if someone was crawling on it. Shooting your head upward, looking for a figure, your eyes widened when you saw a smirk forming on his face.

"Dan-" A tight grip shuts your mouth before you can even call out his name.

"faa-ffgh-u-dhu-hr" You mumbled underneath the grip.

Dante smirks, "Well babe, I came here just to give you a little appreciation."

You widened your eyes and tried to push him away. Dante pinned you underneath his masculine body and leaned his face closer to you. You hit him hard on his chest but that didn't stop him. (-_-)

He leans slowly towards the side of your head and whispered to your ear, "Just relax a bit babe. I won't bite unless you want me to." You kicked the bed harder, struggling to loose yourself from him.

'Oh no, I think my head is going to explode,' you thought. You feel weak and tired, your head is still spinning and it still feels heavy. Now you have to face him? After a few minutes of struggling and grunting, the adrenaline rushing through your system began to drain away. You gave up as you couldn't move your body anymore. Surrendering yourself, Dante grin as he let go of his grip on your mouth and connects his lips with yours. With the last strength left in your body, you tightened your grip on his chest as he continues to kiss you passionately.

**END**

…..And the rest is up to your imagination….. xD