A/N-- So, I apologize for the shortness of the last chapter, and I'll try to make them longer. (I promise!!!) Aaanyway, here's the second installment… Hope you all enjoy, and keep those reviews coming!!!
Nero lay whimpering below Vergil as his head whirled. Blue and red swirled sickeningly in his narrowing field of vision, and he swallowed hard, determined not to throw up as he fought to understand what had just happened.
The last thing he could recall clearly was that Vergil-- at least, that's what he had told Nero his name was-- had come through the front door of Devil May Cry, breaking the large chain and lock that Dante had secured there before he'd gone off to his last mission. For protection, he'd said. Yet the protection hadn't saved him from the man who looked so like Dante that Nero had felt a twinge of longing in his chest even as fear had risen in his throat as the mirror image of his lover had walked calming into the office.
Beyond there, things were hazy. There was something about getting Vergil something to drink, though he'd wrinkled his nose against drinking beer, but had finally shrugged and chugged most of it down before tossing what was left to Nero. But there had been something… A moment of hesitation when Vergil had… What? Nero didn't know, but he was willing to bet anything that Vergil had slipped something into the liquid between the time he'd drank and tossed the can to the teen.
Nero struggled to sit up, and winced as Vergil turned his attention away from the splintered door and back to the weak teen. Smirking, he pushed his hips forward, finishing the thrust he'd been in the middle of when Dante had so rudely interrupted. But Nero squirmed beneath him, and now it wasn't in pleasure or supplication, but in a real effort to get away.
Vergil huffed, feeling the pleasure that had been coming to a head only moments before fading away. He had been looking forward to seeing Nero come again, and had been looking forward to his own orgasm-- again. He' lost track of the number, but he grinned wolfishly as he remembered that each had been better than the last. He slid away from Nero and ran a hand caressingly down Nero's pale thigh. This little boy could make an interesting pet… Provided that Dante didn't kill him in revenge, and providing Dante didn't return. The heal-healed bruises on different parts of his body provided evidence that Nero and Dante were more than room-mates.
Vergil swung his legs over the side of the bed and slid until his feet hit the floor, then rose gracefully to his feet. His hair hung down in silvery chunks around his head, so much like Dante's. Annoyed with the comparison, he ran a hand through the strands, brushing his hair back into its classic style. He gathered his clothing from around the foot of the bed where they had been discarded and slipped back into them like a cat.
That concluded, he turned back to the bed, where Nero was still laying, writhing against the effects of the drug Vergil had slipped him-- hours? Days?-- before. His eyes were glassy, and Vergil knew that sleep was quickly catching up to the young demon hunter. The drug only enhanced the senses, especially the reaction to sex, only as long as the subject was engaged in activities that kept the heart rate up. Now that Vergil had left him, Nero would simply sleep off the after-effects.
Nero's eyes closed slowly, against his will, Vergil could see, and Nero struggled to lick his lips enough to whisper his threat-- one that Vergil paid no attention to.
"You'll never get away with this. Dante… Will stop you."
The glacier eyes, so like his own, slowed and Nero's head fell to the side as he succumbed to the sleep. It was good, Vergil supposed, because it would give him time to heal from the ordeal his body had just gone through. Vergil gathered up his last possession-- Yamato-- and headed out of Devil May Cry, then down the street toward the edge of town.
His little brother's scent was easy to follow, and Vergil had unfinished business with his twin.
