OK... Who missed me? :3 Thought I'd give y'all another nose-bleed/fluff chapter for being away for so long. Enjoy! Note: Contains naughty bits, please read at your own discretion.

As soon as Dante arrived home the next morning, he could tell something had happened. Obvious clues notwithstanding, the odor of sex still hung heavy in the air. He'd expected to be revolted by the scent, especially since it was partly his brother's -and he was- but not as much as he'd thought he'd be. No. He was far too proud of his twin at the moment to be completely disgusted. The red devil followed the smell towards the back door and outside where he found the girl's t-shirt on the ground. A bit further away, he also spied her panties; torn and carelessly flung aside. He arched a brow and couldn't hold back a snicker of amusement.

Way to go, bro. 'Bout time, he thought, smiling wryly.

Heading back inside, he could hear Vergil's muted splashing in the shower. An occasional clearing of the throat let Dante know that it was indeed him, and not her. So... where was she? The red devil strode down the hall and carefully eased the spare room's door open. Ah, there she was. She was deeply asleep and half-hazardly covered. One arm was flung across her face and a bare leg protruded from the bedclothes, all the way up to her shapely hip. He couldn't help but admire the view for a moment or two; she certainly was a sexy little thing. He had to admit, though grudgingly, that his brother had excellent taste in women. For the life of him, he couldn't imagine how Vergil had managed to hold out for so long. If it'd been him, he'd have been on her like white on rice as soon as-

Dante's eyes narrowed then widened as she shifted in her sleep. The covers fell away from one perfect little breast and-

And he was suddenly flung backward into the hallway wall. Blinking in surprise, the red twin bounced to his feet and drew Rebellion, prepared to slice and dice at whatever demon had dared to trespass and attack him in his own home. The red twin stopped short however, when he saw who it was.

Vergil stood protectively in front of the bedroom door, appearing livid and obstructing Dante's view. The blue devil had only a towel wrapped around his waist and was still dripping wet from his cut short shower.

"Damn Verge! What's your problem?" Dante complained as he sheathed his sword.

"She's mine," was the icy reply.

"Yeah. No kidding. I know that already."

"What were you intending to do just now?" Vergil hissed, clenching his jaw.

Ah. So that was the issue. Dante immediately held his hands up in a warding off gesture, "Nothing, bro. You have my word. I was just checking up on everything. I swear."

Vergil glared for a moment more before the intensity of his gaze softened. Dante radiated sincerity and the blue twin knew that his brother was telling the truth. He shook his head, dispelling excess water droplets from his face, before sweeping a distracted hand through his wet hair. Several awkward moments passed before a goofy grin crept over Dante's face. Unable to help himself, he gave Vergil a hearty slap on the back and another double thumbs-up. The blue twin bore the rough display of affection with stoic exasperation. He'd been prepared for Dante's congratulations; there would be no stopping it.

"Good on ya, dude! So, how was she?"

A small smile appeared and vanished on the blue twin's face, "Fun."

"Hah! Awesome. Why don't you go get dressed and join me in the kitchen. I'll make some coffee and we can chat. Might as well let her sleep awhile, you obviously wore her out," Dante turned on his heel and strode away, a clear bounce in his step.

"If you think I'm going to regale you with the details, you're dead wrong," Vergil called out to his retreating form.

Dante paused and glanced over his shoulder, appearing somewhat disappointed, "Spoil-sport. But no, I actually have something else to discuss with you. Hurry up and change, you're way too close to being naked for me to be comfortable with. Ugh, bro, ugh."

Vergil did. As he pulled fresh clothes on, he watched the girl sleep. Her breathing was deep and even and she appeared to be resting peacefully. This gave his ego a minute sense of satisfaction; apparently, he'd fucked any nightmares right out of her. Good for him. Another tiny smirk crossed his features before fading.

Pulling on his boots, he allowed himself a moment of recollection of the previous evening.

After his initial claiming, he'd gathered her up into his arms and carried her back into Devil May Cry. She'd been trembling; likely from a mixture of cold and exertion. The girl clung to him, trying to absorb any warmth she could. Vergil felt her breasts pushing up against him and became aroused once more, much to his surprise. Without a word, he set her down and bent her over the kitchen table.

Surprised, she tossed him a concerned glance over her shoulder, "Vergil what-"

"Hush," he whispered, voice husky.

She hushed and didn't resist as he pushed her thighs apart and positioned himself behind her. The blue devil sank into her again with a grumble of lust and began to thrust into her. Still somewhat moist from before, it wasn't long before she began to arch her back and move her hips back into him in time with his own movements. Little gasps of pleasure began to issue from her, further driving his lust. A wave of aggression washed over him, and he snatched a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back. The girl let out a small shriek, delighting him and encouraging him to thrust even harder.

The blue devil leaned forward and murmured in her ear, "Tell me you're mine." For emphasis, he gave her hair another sharp tug.

He didn't see her mischievous smile, "No. I won't."

She felt his warm breath caress her ear as he snarled, and he pulled her hair again. Hard. Enough to hurt quite a bit. "Say it, whore."

A rush of heat flowed through her at the name and, playing along, she began to struggle against him; pulling away and attempting to dispel him. "Fuck off, demon. I'm no whore."

Vergil chuckled; a deep rumbling sound that she felt vibrating against her back. Seconds later, she felt a stinging slap delivered to her ass. Then another. And another. And yet another. Each time she squealed, exciting him further, "Say it, or you won't be able to sit comfortably for a long time."

"No!"

"Very well," he replied, mock regret coloring his tone.

He released her hair and pulled her to a standing position, with her back pressing firmly against his chest. His hands slid up her stomach and cupped both breasts, squeezing gently before his fingers clamped down hard on her nipples. It hurt. A lot. And her struggles increased with renewed fervor. Vergil felt his beast trying to surface and he struggled to control himself. He must not... Not...

But the urge was too strong. There was a bright flash of blue light and the girl felt him warping and shifting against her back. Still inside her, she also felt his cock thicken and lengthen along with the rest of him. It was unexpected and slightly painful, but not altogether unpleasant. For a moment, devil-Vergil froze; unsure. Hesitantly, the girl peered over her shoulder at the demon she was now pressed up against. Large scaled hands still cupped her breasts. Sharp claws rubbed against her sensitive nipples but did not pierce her flesh. Bright green eyes stared down at her. For a moment, neither of them dared move. Then, slowly, devil-Vergil grinned, exposing wickedly sharp teeth.

"Better say it," he rasped. He began fucking her again, short hard strokes that were as painful as they were pleasurable.

She was terrified. She was exhilarated. Alternate waves of hot and cold began to flow through her once again. She was frightened, aroused, excited, and overcome with want all at the same time, "I- I- Oh!"

Deftly, he flipped her onto her back and loomed over her. One clawed hand encircled her neck, holding her in place as he slammed back into her. Her pained squeal only magnified his lust, but he somehow managed to restrain himself from seriously harming her. Bit by bit, he eased up and got himself under some manner of control again. But it was difficult. So difficult.

The girl stared up into bright, inhumanly green eyes and gasped when she felt the tip of a claw press into her most sensitive area. However, instead of the expected pain, the demon began flicking the little nub with expert precision. Her back arched, lifting her pelvis into his caresses, and mewled for more.

He obliged her willingly enough, rubbing faster. Then a bit faster. And ever faster, bringing her on the precipice of-

And he stopped just as she was about to climax. She whimpered in disappointment and squirmed, trying to entice him to continue. He did, but stopped again just as he did before. And he kept doing it until she began to beg.

"Please, please Vergil..." she moaned, all but writhing on the table.

"Say it," he purred, releasing her throat to run his fingers through her hair.

"I'm-I'm yours! Just please don't stop agai-"

Instantly, he withdrew from her and dropped to his knees. Seconds later, the girl felt a long, pointed tongue slide against her center. Vergil licked her with enthusiasm, finding her taste to be as intoxicating as the cries that now issued freely from her mouth. She'd forgotten that he was in his devil-form and small hands grasped at his horns, drawing his head closer; wanting only to relieve the torturous pressure that had built up within her. Coherent thought was lost as she felt his mouth and tongue moving against her with serious intent now. She felt the points of his sharp teeth rake against her every now and again, but not once did they harm her. His long tongue snaked into her and wiggled deliciously against her flesh before a rush of warmth gathered in her abdomen. Just before she came, he quickly stood and sank his cock into her again, wanting to feel her quake and clench around him. As she did, Vergil felt his own release overtake him. A savage roar exploded from his throat, before he shuddered and triggered back into his human form.

For a few moments, the only sound was their heavy breathing. Finally, Vergil managed to regain his wits about him and he took a few steps back, busily tucking himself back in. The human female needed a few more minutes to compose herself, and didn't move from the table. A wry smile crossed his lips as he watched her breasts heaving up and down, and a decidedly male sense of pride overwhelmed him. He'd done that to her. He'd caused her to scream his name and plead him for more. He'd gotten her so worked up that she had begged him, with his beast, to pleasure her.

Vergil couldn't help but wonder if he'd been missing out on something all these years he'd resisted physical contact with anyone.

After a bit longer, he spoke, "Are you alright?"

No answer, but she raised both fists in the air and popped her thumbs up. Amusement and some other unfamiliar emotion rose in his chest at this and he couldn't help the laugh that escaped him. Without another word, he gathered her up into his arms and carried her the rest of the way into the bedroom.

As promised, Dante was waiting for him in the kitchen with a fresh pot of coffee brewing. Vergil was pleased and did not hesitate to pour himself a hefty mugful. The red twin watched as his brother dropped into a chair and began sipping the beverage with obvious enthusiasm.

Amused, Dante snickered and shook his head, "Wore you out, did she?"

"She's the one who's still sleeping, isn't she?" Vergil replied smoothly.

Dante let out a long, low whistle and laughed appreciatively, "Nicely done, bro. By the way, her panties are still in my backyard. In pieces, no less. What'd ya do? Rip 'em off of her?"

"Something like that. Although not for the reason I'm sure you're imagining."

The red twin frowned, puzzled, but Vergil offered no other explanation. "So, are you gonna tell me what happened here last night? I know Orwryn was here. I can smell him."

Vergil shrugged and continued to sip, eyes half-lidded with fatigue.

"Okay then. So lemme ask you this; when are we all going to hell?"

The blue devil gave a start, "'We all'?"

Dante nodded and leaned back against the kitchen counter, clasping both hands behind his head, "Yup. What, you thought I was gonna let you go and have all the fun? Think again, bro."

The red twin put on a light-hearted façade, but he was anything but. And he was goddamned if he was going to let his brother do this alone. Dante had no intention of losing the rest of his family without a fight.

"This is my responsibility, Dante. I've no intention of letting you become involved. You've business to attend to here and-"

"Fuck that and fuck you, Verge. I'm going with or without your blessing. Now, what did Orwryn say?"

Sighing, and just too tired to argue, Vergil gave Dante a brief recap of last night's events. Though he left out the parts after Orwryn took his leave. Throughout the tale, Dante's eyes grew hard and his expression remained serious, "So how do you know she won't go all Mundus on us before we leave?"

Vergil raked a hand back through his hair, not caring when several locks fell right back into his eyes, "I had to... assert my dominance. Rest assured though, the demon was thoroughly cowed."

Dante widened his eyes but said nothing. Vergil shifted in his seat, obviously uncomfortable with that particular memory.

Finally, "So, ah... Is she OK?"

The blue devil nodded, "Yes. Sore, I'm sure, but unharmed."

"Huh," Dante huffed. "You never cease to amaze me, bro. Well then, let me ask you yet again; when do we leave?"

Vergil set the coffee mug down and steepled his fingers, "Tomorrow evening."