A/N: As usual. When I finish a story I go through the whole thing and correct all the mistakes I spot. Well this is finished, hope you enjoyed it! And thanks to all my reviewers!

Chapter 14

The Intimate Act

It's been a month, Devil May Cry was rebuilt, the way same as always. And business was back online, it was placid, no calls to bother him in the beginning. He never did get many calls in the first place, but they still came; just like the demons. It was the same as it always had been, except now... He finally had Vergil by his side, after a long; exhausting trip, it finally happened. What more could he possibly ask for?

He made it to the door steps of Devil May Cry, it was good to have his shop back, fatigued, he wearily made his way up the small steps. He'd just arrived from a mission - like two Fortuna's away - and it wasn't even worth it! Now that he has returned, the first thing he needed was a warm shower. Some demons just can't die without making a mess of themselves now could they? He could still smell the stench on him now; he focused not on it any longer and proceeded to enter the doors before him now.

He barged in, kicking the doors... softly... He didn't want another incident now did he? Vergil sat right across him, on the sofa's lounging about. He was very much awake to Dante's surprise, usually he was sleeping. Having nothing better to do but that."You're back,"

"Yeah," he smiled. "Wha? Not happy to see me?" He grinned now, "or were you waiting for me all this time?"

"I was just..." He trailed off, not wanting to finish that sentence. "No." Dante gave him a smug look; he knew he had been waiting for him, but he didn't want to press on it. Vergil was acting weird again; he's been like that for the past few days now. Not that it bothered him, but he'd liked to know why he was behaving this way.

"Right, you do that." That being what? He didn't know himself. "I'm off to the shower. Demon blood, mess, that's all you need to know." Vergil had eyes... He could see it, clear as day. He wondered if Dante walked down the streets like that, the look on people's faces would have been priceless. He had this gritty, black dirt sort of thing staining his clothes, it stuck to his face too; how unappealing.

He made his way up the stairs leaving Vergil on his own. He watched him ascend, up the stairs and out of sight. Vergil relaxed a little, you see he was having a little dilemma, and he didn't know how to go about fixing it.

Over the past month Dante had been focused on 'bringing' Vergil back, as in helping him regain his 'pieces' as he heard Vergil call it sometimes. Vergil's entire personality transformed, he was no longer the presumptuous, callous person he'd once been. Though there were the few traits that never went, which was a good thing mind you; or he wouldn't of been his brother anymore now would he?

This was going to be harder than he thought. He wanted to tell Dante something; he'd been meaning too for a while now but just didn't know how to do it, he wished he could be rather frank about it... But that would be very unlike him. It frustrated him to no end; he needed this to be out in the open. He owed him that much, this past month Dante had dedicated his free time (which was a lot) to Vergil, helping him, being close to him, being his lover. And he never asked for anything in return, not even that, (take a guess.) Vergil wanted... He flushed at the thought to a degree; he didn't become all that red. But he wanted to show Dante just how much he loved him, he didn't often say the three little words, but they have been heard by him from his lips. He wanted to give Dante that little bit extra, he was sure he'd appreciate it.

Who wouldn't?

But just how to come about it... He wasn't about to exaggerate on it like some sort of hormonal teenager, more like horny teenager.

He needed a subtle approach but obvious to let him know exactly what he wanted. A way that didn't include words at all, but actions, he could work with that.

It was settled then, after ruminating long and hard; he finally came to a conclusion.

He'd find himself doing this every now and then, it really was unnecessary; but he couldn't help it. He would pass a mirror, and for a brief moment sweep his hair back; even if it was just for a moment, just to 'see' Vergil. He couldn't get his mind off him, he never could, it made him addled for long periods of time too. His hands would linger on Vergil every time they came into contact with each other, the kisses were usually long, because he wanted their intimacy to last. But he knew he couldn't push him, he wouldn't. That would be wrong; he didn't want to hurt him, not after all his been through.

He had to be careful it with Vergil though, he didn't want to do anything that reminded him off them. He still had a few problems; Dante thought he just needed a bit more time to move on... Or something. Vergil was a strong man, for all he knew he was stronger than him. He wasn't going to let the memories torment him for the rest of his life, if he knew one thing about Vergil it's that he wouldn't give into weakness so easily, pride or no, it just wasn't an option.

And he liked that.

The feel of warm water hitting his skin was soothing. He could feel himself loosen up a bit, some of the stress fading from his body. Not that he had a big problem with stress; it was just when his thoughts bombarded him with bad thoughts, about Vergil; he'd loose it sometimes. The memory of what he saw down in Hell, it never left him; and he hoped never to see it again. He could never let that happen again. He stood tall, simply enjoying the feel of the water, keeping his shower simple. He was so engrossed with his thoughts that he hadn't even notice the bathroom door open, and shut again...

Dante felt two strong arms wrap around his middle, it was done in a timid manner, the owner of them obviously shy in their advances. Was he imagining those arms? Or were they actually there? He couldn't care less right now, they were so comforting. He leaned back into them, eyes still closed. Now he could feel his back against a chest. He crooked his neck around slowly, "Vergil?" He questioned calmly, yeah it was Vergil, who else?

He was as silent as ever, he'd managed to slip into the shower behind Dante without him noticing, clothes discarded onto the floor along with Dante's also, except for his shirt that is... He felt a need to keep it on. Dante was out of it, he thought he would have realised the moment the door opened. Just what was he thinking of? He wondered... The entire room was filled to the brim with steam, clouding his vision, though the strong figure in front of him was evident to his eyes; he couldn't miss it. Slowly he extended his arms to that finely built body; he could only imagine the reaction he'd get from doing this. Hopefully nothing too dramatic. Like a hit to the face...

What did happen though was that he was being pulled closer towards him, the shower forgotten. Just as he thought he was about to be captured in a kiss, Dante stopped. This was all too sudden, but; God, Dante knew he wanted this so bad right now. "Are you sure?" Vergil met his eyes, he wasn't expecting this question, he simply nodded, the words lost to him. He'd come this far, why the hell not? He knew there was nothing to fear, not with Dante. He leaned in for the kiss, but it didn't come to his lips. Dante met his neck instead, decorating it with kisses and long licks; something he didn't do quite often. Encase he accidently bit him, lost in the moment of it all. Vergil did not response it bites well, over the past time they'd spent together properly, Dante had come to realise what triggers him off and what didn't. It was all with the way he treated him really, the words he said, and his actions of course. He avoided them all to the best of his ability; most of them being obvious so it was easy to do this. And when they got a little intimate, softly and gently were the only way to go, nothing wrong with a little passion in the kisses every now and then, just no teeth. Anything that was violent or very... heated was a big no, no in his books.

He could live with that. For Vergil

Dante trailed downwards, kissing over the wet shirt, why Vergil left his shirt on? Perhaps he wasn't all the confident, he guessed that was okay... Inching closer and closer to his... Vergil looked away, he couldn't watch, he'd loose it right there. He couldn't see Dante's face, his hair covering most of it from his view; he couldn't believe Dante was doing this. For him, he thought he'd be the one doing this to him.

"Just, relax." Vergil flushed at the voice. "I'll take it easy, heh. Unless you don't want this." Dante looked up, he also had a reddish tint over his skin; he figured it was from the heat of the room. Or the moment.

"I-I'm not going to break! I'm fine with this," He wanted Dante to believe him.

"There's nothing to worry about Vergil," he would mummer to him... He said those words countless of times. And Vergil trusted those words every time; he wanted too, and so he did. The shirt was see-through now, he could see his nipples protruding through the thin fabric, he didn't need this shirt anymore! He wanted to see Vergil bare; he rolled up the shirt, his cock coming into view. What an alluring sight, when he pulled it over his head he threw it out the shower and went down on his knees. Vergil choked, his half cry coming out all wrong, the feeling immense. He dared not 'finish' right there and then.

He watched him suck, nip and lick at him. It was all... He'd never felt anything like this before. This was nothing like the rough treatment he got from them... he never thought it could feel this good.

"D-Dan-" he couldn't finish his sentence; nor the word. He slapped his hand over his mouth, keeping his indecent moans away. Dante was looking straight at him now, but he didn't stop with his act.

"Is it good? Big brother," oh he went there. He gave his length one long lick, which made him shudder dramatically. His ecstasy rising, he wasn't sure if he could muffle his moans any longer. Dante was pleased to hear them, he'd always wanted to make Vergil's voice sound like that; he subconsciously stoked himself while he continued with the act of fellatio, eyes closed enjoying the feel. He'd wanted this for a long time, and now he had it.

"D-Da-Dante!" He was about to cum; he drew himself back, not wanting to do it in his mouth; that would be odious of him. Instead it hit his face, and he watched every moment. That only made him cum a little harder. He winced at the shudders running through his body, he knees threatened to give way.

"Vergil," Dante breathed, he fluttered his eyes open, Vergil was more flushed than he was. As he stood the rushing water sprayed across his face, washing off the almost clear liquid on his cheek. He leaned onto Vergil, pressing him further against the tile wall; his shoved his knee between his legs. "Do you trust me?" He whispered into his ear seductively, Vergil steadied himself, holding onto Dante's shoulders as he placed his hands on his waist. This is what he wanted, he was certain. He wanted to give this to Dante, he really did. He taught him that he was wroth something; those demons never took away his wroth, they never could. And that he'll always mean something to Dante.

There was no reason to be afraid, this wasn't like those times before, and this wasn't those demons before. This was different, different he told himself, this was now, not before; but now.

He'd gone over this many times before.

This was with someone he loved. Loved. And that was the difference.

"Yes, Dante," he help on tight, he was being lifted further up the tile wall, legs wrapped around Dante's middle. Dante soothed him as he positioned himself, he kissed him softly; distracting him from the minor pain to come.

He rubbed himself along his entrance, he couldn't wait, but it was important he did. He pressed two fingers on the spot, and carefully slid them in. Vergil winced, but the kiss continued; he slowly moved his fingers preparing him for what was to come. He did it for a good amount of time, and when he felt it was enough; he withdrew his finger's from him and Vergil moaned against his mouth. Dante felt himself twitch; he was going to love this.

As he entered, Vergil hissed involuntary, breaking the kiss; the grip he had on his back tightened, his nails dug in. Dante let him adjust; he wanted to be sure before he continued. He did not want anything going wrong. Vergil soon settled, he opened his eyes a little, giving Dante the permission to move on.

He began to move, steadily; a slow rhythm to start off, he didn't want to hurt him. That would be bad. He kept his eyes low on Vergil, taking in his facial expression. He looked pained, but there was something else also, pleasure? He gasped. Vergil's eyes flew open, his grip just got tighter.

"Vergil?" He stopped, there was something off about this, he just knew. Vergil's gaze was wide, "Vergil it's me, Dante, it's me remember?" he snapped out of it, he was coming back. Yes, he shifted slightly.

"Sorry I-"

"It's not your fault, are you sure you want to carry on. I don't mind Verg-"

"No." He clung onto him, "I want this, I do; I want you Dante, I need you." He implored, wrapping his legs around him tighter, he wasn't going to let his memories get in the way. They were over, finished. What happened - was in the past. He needed to move on if he ever wanted happiness. "I'm not going to break." He told himself. Dante gave a firm nod, and continued on, giving him what he wanted.

And this time, there were no interruptions between the lovers.

"DANTEEE!" Oh dear, what could it be this time? Dante groaned, shuffling out of his seat, almost tripping on the way down.

"Yess Vergil!" He ambled towards the kitchen, he had no top on but that didn't stop him, he grew rather comfortable walking around topless in the nice whether. He was more than sure Vergil liked it too...

"I can't go on like this! The state of the kitchen! It's horrendous, how can you live like this!" He snapped his pointing figure to the fridge rudely, it laid open for all too see, yikes. Dante's face shriveled up in disgust, that was a sight not to see; ever. The old pizza boxes were covered up with moss... Black and white, was that a little blue too? It was furry and-

"I think something's moving in there!" Vergil shut the fridge with a hard slap. Oh, he already that knew didn't he?

"Dante." So that was the reason why he was so mad. Dante avoiding his murderous glare in the most absurd way... He stared, captivated within the ceilings 'beauty', why yes it was a stunning job, the builders must have put extra care when assembling that part of the structure. "Dante." He could hear the malice in that tone, his lips curled into a nervous smile; like he wanted to deal with an upset Vergil at this moment.

"Yeah babe." Oh how Vergil scowled at the usage of the word 'babe', and it being directed at him. He did it on purpose, of course.

"I've stabbed you once,"

"Make that four times," he rolled his eyes. Was it four? Or five? He knew it was one too many anyway.

"I'll do it again!" His eyes were on fire; he liked that look on him a little. Reminded him of his old self, the power hungry maniac. Good times, good times.

"Great to have you back Verge." He snickered, waving off the death threat.

"Yeah," he grumbled, facing away from him. He wasn't about to become some sort of kitchen house wife, or cleaner; which ever one suited best.

He sighed, he'd get to work on cleaning out that mess later on, he didn't have the heart to do it now. It's been an hour since they did it. Dante had the biggest dumb-happy smirk on his face; it was still present as they spoke. 'Hmph,' Vergil couldn't help but smile a little inside, he'd done something right, at least this time he didn't make Dante's life hell with his actions.

"You know I got you something." Oh, this was surprising. What could it possibly be? And why? Vergil raised an eye brow, questioning him without words. "Wait a bit, I'll go get it. I've been meaning to give it to you, just didn't know the right time." He went out the kitchen, Vergil followed after him. He waited by the desk, it was the same old one, lucky it wasn't ruined. He watched Dante disappear into another room he himself rarely went into. It was sort of Dante's privet room, in a way. He was simply respecting that.

He stepped out; Vergil took a look at what was in his hands. His controlled expression fell, mouth slightly agape, eyes wide. This guy, he wouldn't give up would he? "To be honest, I do love it when you play, even if it was a little brain washing." He plucked at one of the strings, testing it out. Not a guitar, but it was in the same family right? Stringed instruments... He handed it over to Vergil; it wasn't the same one he had before; that got destroyed in a battle. But it was better, simply because it was from Dante. "Maybe now the songs can be a little happier ehy?" Vergil accepted the violin being placed into his hands. This time, he was more than happy to have it.

"T-thank you," he stuttered, it was the only thing he could think of saying. It was such a wonderful moment, his insides felt all warm and tingly, it was strange but... He dragged a finger across the bow, it was nice. Soft fingers ran their way through his hair, pulling it back, like how he would have his hair, all thrown back in a similar fashion to their fathers.

"Couldn't help myself," it was Dante's hand.

The doors swung open, the intruders barging in without warning. They both simultaneously faced the doors. Thank God, they were still on their hinges.

"Ha, see I win. I always do," Eh?

"I've got to hand it to you Lady; you have a talent for these things." Said Trish, a smirk falling to her lips. They both were smirking at Dante now, he remembered - his hand. Oh, he removed it at once; Vergil too flabbergasted to react to the sudden intrusion, he would of thought he'd already moved away from his touch by now. That was a little embarrassing.

At least it wasn't a kiss they saw, or what happened just over an hour ago.

'And I expected the kid to walk in.' He thought, it was true, it just seemed more likely Nero would of came barging in there, only to blush like the teenager he was and dash back out again. It would have been better if it was him actually, thinking about it... "Ahem, Ladies," their eyes fell on Dante; Vergil placed the violin carefully onto the table behind, along with the bow. He kept quiet, and thought it best not to get involved... he still disliked Trish, but it would be improper of him to lash out at the moment. Besides, Yamato was upstairs, by the bed... He should have brought it with him. He looked down at the bow...

"It's as good as any sword Vergil, just make the bow a little sharper-"

Yeah right, he frowned and shook his head. Not in a million years, he scoffed.

"If you're quite done with your boyfriend." Vergil spotted a familiar sword on the wall, a katana in fact. Oh it was the sword he used when Yamato wasn't in his possession at the time, Dante kept it? "We have a date, with a few demon friends of ours."

"Sounds like fun!" Vergil snatched the katana out from the wall with a swift tug; Dante dropped his smile, "Verge-"

"I'm not going to kill them." He assured him. ...Blade in hand... "Though they are irritating me. Especially the blonde." He said the last part darkly. Dante remembered the last time they met, it wasn't the friendliest of meetings. But he was calm and collected now, which was good. 'Strange... She has our mothers face.' He'd never paid close attention on that particular fact, first time he met her... She helped along with Mundus as he tortured him; then eventually brainwashing him and turned him into Nelo Angelo. And then when they met again, he was laying on the table in bad shape... And it was very dark. He remembered the voice though, just didn't look at the face.

"You mean try, and kill us. I doubt you could," Lady said, unimpressed with his behaviour.

"Guys, girls," he corrected. "Can't be all just get along for a moment?" Dead silence filled the air. "Right. Do what you want, don't say I didn't try. So where is this meeting?" He walked on over to Trish and Lady. Vergil watched him out of the corner of his eye, Dante was doing the same. "And the pay?" He smirked cheekily.

"Of course," Lady answered, "we could even play pool for each others cut afterwards." Dante was never a good gambler.

"Dante."

"Yes." He was quick to answer, he was expecting this. Sneaky bastard.

"I'm coming."

"I know you are," His face darkened a little, Dante only laughed. Vergil didn't mean to make it sound like that.

"It can't be helped." Trish accepted this, she had no real grudge against Vergil, she was under a spell at the time. "Let's go then, sitting around here all day won't do much," she headed for the door.

"Alright, but no funny stuff or I'll kick your ass," pointing at Vergil. Lady raised an eyebrow at the two, and smirked to herself. She followed on after Trish, she could tell what had transpired between the two now. It was obvious...

Dante grinned, that was awkward. "Come on Verge! I'll show ya how to live, let's get this party started!" He laughed, Vergil smirked in response, yeah, he could live like this, by his side forever.

"Hey Dante."

"Yeah?" Vergil smiled a little.

"Would you call this a family?"

Dante laughed outwardly, "Hell yeah!"

They were two pieces of a whole. Put them together and they were complete. Obviously.

End.

The Sequel to this is Keeping Vergil ... Have fun :P