His body offered comfort while I slept. The crisp linen pulled over our bodies offered shelter from the suddenly chilled atmosphere of the room. I felt something shift beneath me and I awoke.

"Just me," He reassured and I felt his fingers run through my hair. How could he say "just him"? He was far from a "just".

"Who else would it be?" I teased.

"I could have been Arkham for all you knew,"

"Except I didn't have sex and fall asleep with Arkham,"

"And I didn't have sex and fall asleep with Alice,"

"Ew, she's a child," I laughed.

"And Arkham is a deformed man twice your age," He whispered at my ear.

"So I guess that leaves us to each other where intimacey is involved. Considering we are the only choices for each other," I smiled.

"I suppose it does." He rolled and hovered over me, smothering me with a passionate kiss like before. I wound my fingers in his silky, fine hair. It was no longer slicked back but fell in wisps and tendrils. He looked like Dante.

No, he looked like himself. I didn't see one in the other when I looked at them now.

"Again? This'll be three times today," I giggled against his lips, "If you keep this up, we'll burn out by the end of the week,"

"My name isn't Dante. I don't burn out," He silenced me, slipping his tongue in there, "besides, a kiss was all I was looking for,"

"Well I have no objections there," I inserted my tongue too, and all that hot, raw, nature of his flooded me.

"Unfortunately, I need to go," He pulled his lips away but I held his lower one captive a moment.

"Of course you do," I said glumly with sarcasm.

"Well, as much as I wouldn't mind to continue this, I have other matters to attend to. It is morning afterall," He sighed but let his arms slowly collapse so that he layed over me, his face rested at my throat. He looked like a small child in need of comfort in the way he layed there. I wrapped my arms about him and ran my fingers through his hair playfully.

"It's not morning until the sun is out and shining," I murmured.

"It's supposed to rain today, so what does that matter?"

"Still, you got some time. Just relax for a little while. You need it." I kissed the top of his head.

"Perhaps, but I want to retrieve my father's power as soon as possible." He exhaled and snuck a small kiss at my chest.

"Well if that's the case then maybe you should get up," I tested.

He layed there silent.

"What's wrong? I thought you wanted to get up,"

"Perhaps I share my brother's sense of laziness at times,"

"Or perhaps you just enjoy laying with me too much. You don't have to label it as your brother's trait," I rationalized, "though Dante is very lazy."

"I hate that I don't like the idea that you and him were intimate,"He confessed. I felt his body heat flare with his embarressment.

"Basically you hate being jealous," I condensed it. It sounded far to complicated the way he said it.

"I suppose,"

"Don't be jealous,"

"How can I not, knowing my own brother has done to you what I just did?" He sounded frustrated and ... jealous at the idea. I knew he said he was, but was he really jealous?

"Well, Dante and I never hit home base. We got close one time but my mom interrupted," I giggled then paused but looked at him with what was probably a sad expression, though I knew I wasn't sad. How could I be when I was with him? "Do you think I don't feel awkward having been with one brother and now with the other? I feel like I get around. It's not a good feeling for me. Anyway, you shouldn't be jealous. At least now you know that you were my first time,"

"Do you regret sleeping with me?" His tone of voice sounded curious but at the same time, I knew he was afraid of what I might say. His muscles had tensed somewhat.

"Not at all," I said simply and he relaxed, "but, when I was with him, it was because we were in a relationship. We were not just executing the need for male/female contact like you claim to be doing. Everything was perfect, but I noticed that with you it's just so much more than perfect. I'm not even dating you, can't even consider myself your girlfriend or that we have a relationship and it's still so much better. And we only had sex for the first time not 10 hours ago," I held his face in my hands and forced him to look at me.

"So what, I'm a better time than my brother?"

"No, you've just got something about you that your brother doesn't, for me. Also, I never had a "time" with your brother, anyway. You got what he does, just that there is something more, that I can't label, that makes it all the more better," I stared deep into those once frosty blue eyes, that appeared more like deep, calm pools of water, now, "and I'm not just talking about sex, I'm talking about just being near you. It's ridiculous living with you when I'm drawn to you so strongly."

"I'm drawn to you as well, but ..." He brought one hand up to mine at his cheek and held it but didn't meet my gaze.

"You don't know your own emotions," I answered for him, and his eyes met mine. They said it all, "And even if you did, you couldn't let those emotions take over,"

They said, I can't afford weakness. I need power and to have absolute power, I cannot afford weakness.

Though he hadn't said it, I had probably read his mind. He didn't say anything.

"It's not a weakness to love someone. If anything, I think it makes you stronger. When you love someone you'd do anything for them. Anything to keep them safe. In that, you have more power because you have to protect them at all costs. A person is at their strongest when they are protecting something they love," I paused, "and your father is proof of that."

"Right," He sounded unconvinced at the last part.

"Your father was already a terribly strong demon, but to go that extra mile to save humanity, he managed to defeat the demon king himself. Sparda didn't have the power to accomplish that before he decided to protect the humans, whether he did it out of pity or not, he was dedicated to protect them, and I can only assume that your father loved something about humans. For instance, when he met your mother. Though that was thousands of years later. Nevertheless, he loved her."

"You think I'm in love with you?" Perhaps that hadn't been what I'd been getting at in the first place, but looking back on my words, it sounded that way. However, he made it sound like it was the most stupid idea in the world.

"Ha! I know you're in love with me. You just don't understand your feelings because you stuffed them away in some corner of your heart and hid them. You can't help yourself when you're around me, though. Some form of feeling surfaces and you hate that, but at the same time you like it. That feeling is your affections for me. Believe me, I've known for a while that you cared about me on some level, but after today I know for a fact,"

"If that's how you think it, then I suppose that I have had affections for you since we were little kids," He said, lacing his fingers through mine and pushing himself up to look down at me. There was an almost dreamlike intensity in those light eyes of his again. All that armor was stipped from him and I was seeing for the first time a Vergil who wasn't completely dead inside and lacking feeling.

"What?" I breathed incredulously.

"If the feelings that I have for you are my intimate affections, then that means that I have felt it for you since we were little kids. More accurately when I met you," He said with a silky voice.

"Since then?" I was hit with disbelief. There was no way he had. Had he? He nodded, "Why didn't you ever say anything?" I managed.

"How could I? We were so young it wouldn't have mattered. Besides you only had eyes for Dante back then."

"Because he actually seemed to like me. You were always more remote but never cold like you are now, but still. You never appeared interested. If I had known I probably would have acted on it. I always thought you mysterious and it drew me, but Dante was so adventurous and wanted to have fun all the time. In truth I guess I liked you both." I giggled at the last, "Boy, was I a two timer."

"Would you have chosen me?" He asked.

I thought on it. When we were children it had always been Vergil I'd secretly admired. Even as kids. He just seemed like the smarter, cooler one of the two. It was like when I used to watch Naruto with Dante... for like a month before we got bored- We were more outdoorsie kids. We liked sports, videogames(not exactly outdoorsie but still fun), and running around like idiots trying to shoot each other with the paintball guns we'd got for Christmas- but anyway, it was like how Sakura admired Sasuke, while Naruto was in love with Sakura. Perhaps not the openly "oh Vergil, you're so cool, and hot! I think we'd be great together!" like Sakura was, but I had secretly admired him. Yeah, I'm a dork.

In the end I'd ended up liking Dante because of how indifferent Vergil had been toward me. I'd liked them both, but Vergil had caught my interest first. I was oddly drawn to him where other people were alienated by him. Now that I recalled, Vergil was my first kiss, if you counted being four years old. He'd been sad and I had kissed him because "that was what my mommy did when I was sad." However that was beside the point. The choice between Dante and Vergil, was tough. If I'd known then what I knew now, I'd have chosen Vergil.

"If you had given me the offer. I was too scared to try to flirt with you. Dante just blatantly flirted with me so it was easy. Dante was easy for me. Didn't need a lot of effort. But you I probably would have said yes had I known. You were afterall, my first crush. Haha, and my first kiss." I answered. I'd always liked the two of them equally but if Vergil had asked me, I definately would have said yes.

"I guess I am a fool then aren't I?" He sighed heavily with a smile.

"Yes, yes you are," I forced my head up to grab his lips with my own.

Time held no form of meaning. We laid there with only the sound of our breath and movement beneath crisp sheets. The tickling sensation of his surprisingly cool breath swimming over me, almost made me shiver. Stars swarmed into the darkness of my closed eyes and I felt spectacular. I felt on top of the world, like nothing could possible reap me of such pleasure.

"So is this going to be a daily thing?" I said against his lips.

"If you want it to be. I guess it's fine." He forced me back down into my pillow and kissed my throat.

"You guess?" I laughed. "God forbid you ever say yes or no,"

...

Watching him sit there with a book was in its own way relaxing. He seemed frustrated though. I had occupied myself with my own reading, but I still watched him carefully.

"You can't read it?" I finally ended our silence. The silence that he'd held for over a good half hour.

"It's use of ancient texts is hard to decipher. Only someone with vast knowledge of those ancient languages could read this," He was frustrated, clearly, the way he slammed the book shut with his one hand and sighed in defeat, "Arkham," He said grudgingly.

He sat there in silence for a moment in thought. He held his hand to his face, exhaled deeply and then stood up. He looked out the window at the moon. His menacing shadow cast wings from it, the form giving way to his true self that hid within his beautiful exterior.

"Alice," I sighed.

"I know," He mumbled. He made his way to the door and I held his coat to him. He grinned wolfishly and I rolled my eyes as I stood up and assisted him into it.

"Devil," I said tartly.

"Slave," He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me in for a kiss. I didn't give; making him work for my lips.

"I don't like being called a slave," I almost caved when he breathed at my throat.

"Come on," He said huskily.

"No. Not until you call me Master," I slid my hands sensuously down his chest to his abbs, stopping at his waistline. He kissed my neck lightly. I grabbed his pants at his belt loop and pulled him hard. He groaned deeply in his throat.

"No," He snarled.

"Say it," I pulled again.

"Denied,"

"Then no kisses for you," I let go and untangled myself from him. He looked at me with those eyes. The eyes of a hunter. He looked like he had just found his prey.

"I'm not going to give," I assured.

"You'll cave eventually," He assured just as confidently, before walking right past me, "Master,"

I grabbed his hand and pulled him back to me and kissed him.

"Was that so bad?" I said once we pulled our lips away, "How did that feel coming out of your mouth?"

"Like acid," He confessed, "but sacrifice must be made to gain a prize sometimes."

"Well, you of all people would know that," I snipped.

"Don't be so cold,"

"Ditto,"

"You're angry aren't you?" He looked at me hard.

"I just don't like Alice," I sneared.

"Oh, then you're jealous," He seemed amused.

"How could I be jealous when you're with me? She is a child who dresses like a stipper. I don't need to dress skimpy to turn your head,"

"That you do not." He kissed me again. It was a short chaste kiss. The kind of kiss a husband and wife gave each other before leaving for work, "But it would be appreciated,"

"I didn't take you for that kind of guy," I thought a moment, "Leather? Or school girl?"

He grinned mischieviously, "How about slave,"

"Dammit then you're the master!" I giggled.

"In truth I'd prefer if you stuck to those lacy silk nightgowns. I'm not one for role playing. I find it pointless when it's you. You don't need a skimpy leather outfit," He grinned hungrily and dissapeared out the door. I caught the excitement in Alice's aura spike and captured a glimpse of her at the end of the hall by tuning into her.

"I suppose I should watch this," I sighed. No doubt he would completely disregard Alice and whatever it was she was dying to show him. The poor girl, yet I still got amusement from it. I saw him approach her as she waited at the balcony. He wasn't even aproaching her but making his way to the rail itself.

"That was what you wanted me for?" He sounded unimpressed.

"Arkham praised me for it!" She souned so embarressed. Here she had thought she'd make Vergil happy. I saw him turn his head to give her a glare.

"I hate it when you look at me like that!" She yelled angrily now.

"Tell Arkham I am heading on ahead to the place," He hopped over the balcony and landed perfectly stories below.

"Only Arkham knows of that place," She said matter-of-factly.

"As do I." I heard him say curtly down below. Alice still hadn't noticed me behind her now.

"Doesn't it suck being looked at like you're a useless, pathetic, worm of a being?" I said with fake sympathy, "You should be nicer to her, Vergil. She can't help what she is." I fake lectured.

"Devil," He snarled hungrily up to me.

"Slave," With that, I back flipped over the balcony after giving a salute to Alice who looked at me with contempt. I landed facing him.

"Where are you going?" I stood with my hand on my hip.

"It doesn't concern you," He still had that hungy look.

"Well I certainly concerned you last night, so I suggest you concern me in return," I smirked.

"I know where the next seal is. I'm going to release it. I don't want you accompanying me," He stated.

"I wasn't planning on accompanying you. Actually I have my own errand to run." I thought about my mom and knew it was time to visit her. I hadn't seen her in nearly a year.

"Oh?"

"My mother. I'm going to visit her," I answered.

We walked to the final door that lead outside.

"Do you-" He started then stopped.

"Do I want you to come? If you want to I don't mind. My mother probably would like to meet the man who I left everything to follow. Besides she only remembers you when you were fourteen." I didn't know if I was happy that he wanted to come with me or scared. Vergil didn't normally care for my personal matters. Then again, he had admitted (not in the right words) that he loved me and had since we were little. Maybe he was gaining some form of feeling.

"Do you want me to?" He asked like it was nothing but I knew he was dying to know.

"Do you want to?" I flipped it back at him.

"I don't care, honestly but-"

"Do as you wish Vergil. It doesn't matter to me either way."

He grinned but once the door shut behind us he kissed me quickly and softly before leaving.

I really just wished he knew what he was feeling.

It would make things far easier.