Chapter 13

His Loving You

"Vergil, Vergil apologise to your brother Dante right now,"

"But Mom, I hate Dante, he's a good for nothi-"

"I will not tolerate such language Vergil." Her voice wasn't stern, it wasn't angry either. It was simply stating the words, making them simple, they were simple. Vergil complied to her words, for now... His little brother had been crying non stop since morning all because of a childish incident. Vergil had wrestled him down to the ground; him being the stronger one, won. "Now off you go, one day you must realise just how important family is darling, now make up with your brother or your father will hear of this," his father, Vergil felt uneasiness wash over him, he scampered off as fast as his little legs could take him; he did not want to be punished by his father; no way. He did not hit, I promise you that, but he was simply frightening when he was upset. He was a demon after all, but loving and kindness were also qualities that he held. And that's what made him the best father Vergil ever had.

He crept back into the room he and Dante both shared, Dante in the far left corner, sobbing still. He groaned inwardly, honestly now; he was such a cry baby.

His brother and he were two different people, he wore sweater vests and Dante wore baggy shirts. He was thoroughly convinced he gained his father's traits while Dante got their mothers... Not that she wore baggy shirts. Even if one was mixed with different races – equally – one would always find themselves leaning onto one side, disliking the other, even in the slightest. "Dante..." Little Dante stilled, his soft sobs quieting. Vergil lowered his eyes to the ground; uncomfortable, he didn't know how to come about this. Usually Dante was the one to pester him, this time Vergil just took if too far with his retaliation. "Good you've stopped crying." That didn't help, Dante faced way from him. He made it even worse.

"Leave me alone! I'll tell mom!" Yes, mom; an abbreviation for mother. Dante watched far too much TV, Vergil mentally rolled his eyes.

"Stop whining, I have something to say," he sighed, he was not going to like this; not one bit. But the fear of being punished by his father won, so he said it. "I'm sorry, Dante," but he didn't mean it.

"Go away, I hate you!" There was no sincerity in Vergil's voice; well Dante didn't hear any anyway. Vergil did not care, all he ever seemed to love doing was training with their father and dressing like him too. Appreciating his demon heritage, neglecting his human side... Vergil kept as far away as possible from human culture, it wasn't in his best interest to indulge himself within the 'weaker kind'. But what did he know? He simply loved to follow in his in father's footsteps, he didn't hate humans, he could never...

"Why do you hate me Dante?" He sat beside him now, keeping his distance.

"Because you don't care," he sniffled. "Y-you really hurt me today Vergil," more tears cascading down his young face, he rubbed at his eyes to try and stop them, and failed miserably. Vergil frowned, not liking the display. He took Dante's hand, the one on his eye and interlaced it within his own.

"That's not true, I do care; I love everyone; mother, father and you, I didn't mean to hurt you... I said I'm sorry," he meant it this time, he never knew Dante felt that way, felt that strongly; he thought he was only upset because of the punch he threw at him before. He'd hit him in the face too... He felt bad... "Dante..."

"-Vergil!" He pounced on him, bringing him down to the floor. Vergil scowled, what was this- Oh, Dante's smiling face came to view, he was simply happy is all. He smiled back; it was good to see him smiling. It really was, "does this mean you'll watch TV with me today!"

"Wha- N-no!" Boys will be boys.

"...Vergil..." He heard someone call; it was a very faint sound, muffed by many sobs. He lay on hard ground, but this was not the same stone platform he last remembered being on, how the memories startled him before... He stirred into wakefulness, his head throbbing, his body... surprisingly fine but just a little tired. He could barely make out what he saw in front of him, if he looked closely... A wooden ceiling, he wondered if he was in Dante's shop again... Dante...

He shot up, regretting it immediately afterwards. He was sore in many places... He wasn't a fine as he thought. Demonic healing painfully slow on him, he could only feel it quicken slightly; but not much. He wondered what brought this on, this weakness of his. He must look into it later... But for now he was inspecting his surroundings.

By his side Dante sat, he body crouched over the desk he laid upon in an awkward manner; he must have be asleep by the looks of it. Dante would have moved when Vergil woke, then it all came back to him. Dante, yes. He told him he loved him, Dante loved him.

And that's all that mattered to him now.

Vergil stared at his brother for a long moment, his mind coming to terms with the confession he heard some time ago... It made his heart ache, literally. Dante had done all he could within his power to save him, and thankfully succeeded. His brother, the protector of the innocent, the humane one out of the two. Gently he brushed his bloody fingers through his brother's hair, taking in its soft touch. He'd saved him from his Hell, he was the only thing he could hang on to down there at the time, the only thing he would think about in his distressed mind. His love for Dante replaced that pride he once held onto so desperately once. He felt tears on the inside; he owed Dante his life. He owed him everything, if it wasn't for him... He would have died, he couldn't of survived the brutality of the punishment any longer down there, the only thing for him left for him down there was death. And death was something he once begged for once, in his darker days.

Now he had a reason to live, he's pride gone but replaced with love.

"Vergil..." Dante was dreaming about him. Was it a nightmare? Dante's face looked troubled, he ran his weak fingers through his snowy hair, so soft and light... He was here, he cared... He'd never hurt him again. He promised. Vergil slowly leaned over to meet his brother head; wanting to kiss it softly, affectionately. No more nightmares; let them die.

He pulled Dante's jacket up a little, it was draped over his body, he wanted to look down on his body and examine the damage done. Surprisingly he was scar free, he expected a few to last, he was happy he thought wrong. He looked down on to his amulet, still securely around his neck, Dante's one laid on the table, by his own neck. He smiled softly, smiled.

Dante secretly watched him, his heart warmed graciously at the adorable sight, the sight he thought he'd never live to see. Vergil's innocent smile, there was no malice, no spitefulness or wickedness behind that smile; it was genuine; it was beautiful. He'd woken by his touch; his kiss. He didn't bother letting Vergil know of his consciousness just yet, instead he watched his lover with low lids, inside he was just so glad; his insides were practically melting with warmth, he wanted to watch him just a little longer. To know that he was alive made him want to cry in joy, he'd managed to save him, he did it.

He couldn't wait any longer, he made his move.

Slowly he intertwined his fingers subtly with Vergil's own unsuspecting hand, limp on the table. Vergil met his eyes suddenly; shocked by the other. They kept their eyes on each other for such a long time, longing and compassion filled Dante's own, and he could see the desperation and apologetic feelings in Vergil's. But underneath those sorry eyes he could see the love they held, he loved him back.

The fight finally over, they could finally enjoy the sweet, sweet calm. Dante was going to enjoy this.

"D-Dante I-"

He didn't need to hear it; he knew Vergil was sorry for all those times before, he didn't care about them now. Now he cared for only one thing, "-Love you." He finished for him, crushing his lips to his own.

Vergil parted his lips with a moan, wanting more, he wanted Dante with him always, he would never leave again. Dante wrapped an arm around him, pulling up closer to his touch. God he felt so good on his lips, he wanted Vergil so badly. Their tongues danced, battling each other out; Dante's grip tightened in sheer desperation. Vergil soon submitted to Dante, he wanted him to own him, to make him his and no one else's. He owed him everything, everything; he loved him so much; he wanted to give him all that he could.

They parted for air, the kiss too long. Dante lowered him down the table carefully, and draped his arms over Vergil in protection. He was hugging him, keeping him close to his body. "Never leave again," he whispered to his hear, his tone silky.

Vergil responded with pressing his lips to his open neck, he wouldn't dare leave him now.

"I promise Vergil, everything will be better now, it'll be great." He was sure it would, now that he had Dante. It was all he ever needed, why couldn't he just see it from that start? He was blind then, but not anymore, not now.

He could finally open his eyes, the nightmare over, and new beginnings to come.

When Vergil went to sleep for the second time that day, Dante went back and destroyed that Hell Gate once and for all. It was about time too, now he could use the money from the people Nero mentioned to pay for Devil May Cry, he just had to find Nero first.

"Sooo... Let me get this straight old man. That's you're twin brother and you saved him from Hell..." He itched his nose in confusion. He sure wished Lady was here, it was getting unpleasantly awkward. You know, being in the same room with the man that stole a great deal of his power; though it was his in the first place... But it still wasn't fair, he almost killed him! Not that he could complain about it... He was fighting him back too, he took his power back fair and square.

"Yeah kid, got a problem with that?" He grinned mischievously; they were still at the mansion; Dante fingered it was the best place to keep Vergil for now, the shop was a mess; they'd just have to wait until the repairs were done. When Dante had found Nero he already had the money saying demons stopped plaguing the city for hours now. He figured when Vergil entered Hell, the demons did too. He'd used his part for repairs, and Nero obviously kept his for himself. The amount they earned was brilliant, which was a shocker for Dante.

He'd brought supplies to the mansion, nothing big; simple things like food... Well pizza. The building was still in working order, lights and taps. Just a lack of furniture is all.

Vergil sat somewhere behind the desk on a small wooden stool, the very same stool he sat on while playing the violin... He subconsciously looked to the left; the hole in the wall, the one he crashed through and created. They really ought to change rooms sooner or later. Nero kept by the door, keeping at a respectable distance, not too far not too close; Vergil noticed this. It was odd how he resembled the two; he was only beginning to notice this. Not many people are born with white hair, that's for sure.

"A problem, the only problem I have is you coming to Love Planet and getting your ass drunk on my shift all the time!" Vergil snorted, he couldn't help it. He expected that sort of behaviour coming from Dante for some reason... It just fitted the personality he guessed.

"Kid, chill, I don't do it everyday." He grinned, "isn't it good business anyway? I'm spending money,"

"Then why don't you join it!" He was quick to react, Dante loved it, and he chuckled at his outburst, too funny. His face was becoming slightly red, he was so easy to manipulate really; teasing him could help pass the time as he waited for Devil May Cry to be fixed. "Whatever old man, I'm outta here," there goes Dante's time passer. "Em, Vergil," did he say it correctly? Vergil looked at up, "I guess I'll be seeing you round," that was true, he simply nodded; yes he would be seeing more of Dante's acquaintance or friends wouldn't he?

Now that they were alone. Nero's footsteps leaving, and soon out of ear shot.

Vergil stood, "Vergil where you going." Like Dante would let him leave so quickly.

"I only wanted some air." Was his reply, Dante saw through that lie.

"Come on Verge, what's got you bothered. You were fine before I brought the kid along,"

Vergil turned, Dante met his eyes; they were sad, crestfallen. What was the matter? Was he going to leave?... But he said that he would never- "I've been thinking a lot. About the demons." Oh. Dante stood, he came closer to him.

"What about them," he cradled him from behind, wanting to soothe his worries away. Did he not kill them? What was it now, he thought this was over; don't tell me there was more.

"Mundus he, he created them specifically for that... Task." Task, "they were made for me, for my punishment. What if he just makes more, he could do that if he wanted too. I'm positive he wants me back in the depths, I fear he won't stop searching for me, like before."

"Vergil." He was stern; parental almost. He did not want to here this... Nonsense, yes it was nonsense because it won't happen; it just won't. "It's all right, I've stopped them before, I'll stop them again. And so will you, once you're all better, he could never get you; never again."

"But what if Mundus decides to make more of them, he could always do it. I know that... I know that I belong down there... I have no rightful place up here." With you.

"But this is mother's home. Of course you do, I don't care, I don't care Vergil. You belong here with me." He distanced himself from him a little, keeping his hands wrapped around his wrists in care.

"Dante... I..."

"Pizza with no olives?" Vergil blinked stupidly, Dante smirked sheepishly, he was hungry. And he had about enough of this talk too.

"D-Dante," he whined; slightly annoyed with the sudden change of subject. "...Sure," like he could ever be mad at him now. Dante leaned in for a kiss, this time he let Vergil meet him half-way. How considerate. Vergil seemed shy about it, Dante watched him hesitate at first, but he knew he couldn't resist it. He wanted to allow Vergil to do things like this on his own accord. And he did, the kiss was sweet and chaste, Dante simply wanted to feel Vergil on his lips with this one, he could have easily dominated him and turned up the heat a bit; but he didn't. He liked this, it was cute; adorable. He sniggered in his head, Vergil? Adorable? He thought he'd never see the day. Vergil smiled sweetly, with the closed eyes and curved brows, it wasn't the most passionate kiss, but he fully meant it. He fell into Dante's hold, and they stood there like that; just the two of them together.

Vergil loved his kisses' they were nothing like the violent ones he was used to. The pain, the blood the hurt the humiliation... Dante made it all go away, like it was a fleeting memory that had no worth to even be remembered. And Dante replaced that memory with loving kindness, kindness he thought he never deserved. Now that was something too keep close to his heart for the rest of his life.

Vergil thanked him silently that day, for all he had done for him.