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LINEAGE
By PCSP
Chapter 8
Dante won, because of course he did.
Yeah, riiight.
What actually happened was that Kyrie interrupted them before the fight ended and, since it was Nero who stopped first and gave her his full attention, Dante considered that he won. The two knuckleheads fought about it during the meal, but eventually agreed to a rematch in the next day. Kyrie's death glare had nothing to do with this decision, not at all…
After lunch, Kyrie convinced Nero and Dante to fix Devil May Cry broken furniture and ruined floor. Nero didn't let her physically help because of the pregnancy, but she gave them directions and soon the room was presentable again. Dante still whimpered a little while he was gathering all the broken pieces of whiskey bottles on the floor, but Nero scoffed and said that it was great that at least his and Vergil's fight destroyed Dante's alcohol stock. The last thing Nero wanted was that Dante started drinking again.
Speaking of Vergil, he didn't eat with the rest of the family, using the excuse that he needed a bath and would eat later. However, he stayed upstairs the whole afternoon, and Dante was so focused repairing Devil May Cry's furniture that he didn't mind his brother's absence.
After the entire day training with Nero and repairing furniture, Dante felt exhausted and a little bit regretful. Dante needs to remember that he was no longer a twenty-year-old man: he spent weeks battling Vergil, and what is the first thing he does when he comes home? Fight with Nero for hours, of course! He concluded that he needed to have more self-control, or his back would never stop hurting.
In the beginning of night, Dante decided to leave the lovebirds alone and look for Vergil. Nero said something about ordering pizza for dinner, and Dante wanted Vergil to appreciate the best meal on Earth with the rest of the family. Also, Kyrie confirmed that Vergil didn't come out of the room all afternoon, so Dante was starting to get a little worried.
He couldn't possibly run away and start another havoc… Right?
Upon entering his room, two things happened.
First, Dante was astonished to see that Vergil had actually tidied up his room somehow; However, his bed was a mess: full of clothes, blankets and pillows, as if Vergil had taken several random pieces from his wardrobe and tossed them onto the mattress just to piss him off.
Second, Dante had to hold on firmly to the doorknob to keep himself from falling on the floor when Vergil's sweet scent reached his nostrils. He quickly found his brother on the messy bed, oblivious to his arrival, asleep while hugging one of his pillows and wearing one of Dante's clothes.
Dante swallowed hard and stopped breathing, trying to think.
Ok. Vergil had no clothes other than the ones he had used so far, and they were beyond ruined, so it was expected that his brother would borrow his clothes after taking a shower. But what he didn't expect was that Vergil would borrow these ones: he wore simple black sweatpants and a blouse, and that was a normal choice; but over that Vergil chose to wear Dante's red flamboyant overcoat, the one he used to wear when he was a teenager. Dante didn't even know he had this coat somewhere in his wardrobe, because it doesn't fit him anymore and he never bothered looking for it again. It seems that since Vergil had a slightly slimmer body, the red coat suited him perfectly.
Dante's inner demon was thrilled to see Vergil in his clothes, wearing his trademark red coat. His clothes. His color. His omega! Vergil seemed totally his, and the demon's possessiveness was making the thinking process difficult to the younger twin. He felt drunk, drunk by Vergil's heat smell.
I… I gotta wake him up before I do something stupid.
"Verg?" Dante's voice, raspy and dark, surprised him.
But his twin didn't move an inch.
That was the moment Dante realized that although Nero recognized the trademark Sparda smell on Vergil, he was unaffected by his father's particular heat odor. And that should be precisely why: Vergil was his father, so Nero would not be affected… Right? Well, he thinks so, but it would be wise to ask Trish about it when he has the opportunity. The fact was that Nero didn't realize what Vergil was going through… difficulties. On the other hand, Dante, struggling at each passing second with the increased of Vergil's pheromones, didn't know how he is going to survive being near him.
He knew he had to do something: he was horny, yes; but he was also worried.
So he approached Vergil and poked his shoulder, trying to wake him up. It was strange that Vergil did not wake up when he entered the room (he sure used to be much more cautious in this regard). However, Vergil, still lost in his slumber, released his grip on the pillow and pulled Dante's arm closer to him, hugging and resting his nose in the palm of his hand.
"Oh god…" Dante trembled when he saw Vergil's tail, that until that moment was hidden by his coat, encircled Dante's waist and brought him even closer. A soft purring noise reverberated in the room, and Dante was scared to find out if it came from Vergil or himself.
"V-Vergil, please." he asked, shaking, trying to pull his arm but being prevented from doing so. "Come on man, wake up!"
"Mate..." Vergil murmured, rubbing his face affectionately on Dante's hand, who pulled his arm hard, as if he had suddenly been burned.
His harsh movements finally woke up the eldest: Dante felt the tip of Yamato in his chin and gulped loudly; apparently, Vergil still had the habit to sleep with his katana under the pillow.
Vergil didn't cut his throat this time, as he recognized him immediately after the abrupt interruption of his dreams. He sat on the bed with his back against the headboard and blinked a couple of times, getting used to the artificial light brightness.
"You came back." He said in a cold voice, and that tone might make someone think that this icy asshole wasn't cuddling Dante's arm just a few seconds ago like his life depended on it. It was a great change of posture, indeed.
Vergil retracted Yamato and hided her behind the pillow; Dante finally was able to breathe again.
And oh… Breathe in this room full of Vergil's scent was not a good idea.
Shit.
His brain simply short-circuit, because it was difficult to maintain the sanity while inhaling Vergil's alluring smell. But fear not, there are always good news to tell: his brain wasn't functioning correctly, but apparently his dick was. Yep, little Dante was fucking hard.
Horny and unable to think correctly, Dante could not keep up and make his mouth speak a smart comment.
"Uh… Fuck… un…" How articulate! He cleared his throat, "W-what did you do to the room?" he asked the first thing he could come up with, and instantly regretted when he saw Vergil's frown.
"It was a mess, and I refuse to sleep in a filthy place. I just tidied it up a little." Vergil replied sharply, "What are you doing here?"
"Well, you see, this is my room!"
"And?"
"What do you mean 'and'? I came to sleep in my bed!"
Vergil chucked at Dante's indignation tone.
"Weren't you who hated the prospect of sharing the mattress with me?" Vergil asked, arching his eyebrow and crossing his arms, "From what I remember, the old sofa is still intact on your dumpste-… I mean, office. It is more than enough for a full night of sleep."
Now Dante was mad. Vergil may insult him, his habits, his morals… But nobody insults his office. Devil May Cry is the only achievement he was proud of having.
"Excellent observation, Vergil." Dante said, trying to concentrate more in his rising anger than in his rising arousal, "Now how about you snuggle there? And, by the record, the bed is a mess! You call that 'tidying it up'?"
Vergil looked at him confused, as if he didn't believe he would be hearing such audacity from his little brother.
"I made my nest here, and from here I will not leave." He said, pouting a little.
That's not fair. I can't stay mad at him when he is pouting.
"Nest?" Dante felt a rising heat on his face. He fucking love Vergil's pouty lips.
No! Stop thinking about stuff like that! – He thought, mad at his libido for fogging his brain like that.
Vergil opened his arms, indicating all the clothes piled above the bed.
"Nest." The older twin repeated.
Now it was Dante the confused one.
"Is this an omega thing?"
Vergil crooked his head a little, and awareness showed in his eyes. He understood that Dante was ignorant in regard of the demon mating dynamics, but he didn't know his ignorance was this bad.
Doesn't matter. – Vergil showed a little cocky smile – I'll love to teach him…
"It is." he explained, nodding, "My heat is about to arrive, and this is normal behavior. The nest is the omega's safe place during the heat. Since you refuse to stay with me, I need your smell to permeate my nest to calm my inner demon, and your clothes shall do the job for a while. That's only temporary, since I'll have to look for someone later this week."
Dante stopped breathing once again, but this time it wasn't because of Vergil's smell.
"What!?" he weakly asked, feeling dejected and miserable.
Vergil raised his chin in a smug gesture.
"I need energy, of course I'm going to look for someone to provide me with what you can't provide. If I remember correctly, there is this place nearby called 'Love Planet', and maybe there-..."
He couldn't finish his sentence, because at that moment Dante lost it. He simply pounced Vergil, holding his shoulders and pinning him against the mattress; Vergil closed his mouth and watched his brother's ferocity with curiosity.
Dante was entranced by Vergil's curious stare, appreciating every detail of his pretty icy iris, but eventually he blinked and cleared his head a little. He noticed that he was emitting a strange sound on the back of his throat, a growl, and abruptly stopped himself. He looked down and saw that his nails darkened and elongated, transforming into claws, almost breaking his own red coat that Vergil was still wearing.
It was safe to say that his inner demon was furious.
When he imagined Vergil going to a strip club in search of company made him totally lost his self-control, and his demon took over a little. Dante even squeezed Vergil's body in such a way that a normal human would probably have a bone fracture, but Vergil simply groaned, closing his eyes as if he received a simple caress, letting the purring sound escape his lips.
Of course, only his idiot brother would enjoy seeing him out of control.
Jackass.
"No." Dante growled, his voice sounding distorted by his partial devil trigger, "You aren't going to Love Planet, and you won't leave the nest until your heat is over."
Dante's nostrils expanded, and Vergil's sweet scent invaded his lungs. His heated smell was dizzying him so much; the mixture of his own smell over his clothes and Vergil's sweet scent made him more mesmerized and possessive. Moved by instinct, he grabbed his twin's neck and brought it closer to his nose, sniffing him.
Vergil moaned, encircling his arms around Dante's body, trying to bring him even closer.
"Yeah?" Vergil hotly murmured, hissing while Dante's crawls scraped his nape. "And may I ask you why, little brother?"
"Because nobody else can see you like this." Dante snarled in response, changing his position and pressing his knee over Vergil's groin, making him gasp and open his eyes with a gleam of lust shining in his irises.
"Because I'm yours… Am I right?" the older one asked, smirking with a knowing glance towards his alpha.
The pheromones in the room were strong, and Dante felt slightly feverish while appreciating Vergil's flushed appearance and sweaty skin. Their breathing were turning labored, and Dante started to purr, even louder than Vergil's purr.
But, right now, he couldn't care less.
"Are you enchanting me again?" he asked, his nose almost touching Vergil's.
He had a reason to make this question, he must have. But his mind was currently so volatile, that he didn't even know why he asked it. He forgot what was he was thinking or trying to avoid… he just wanted to ravish his brother for the rest of the night.
Vergil, still grinning, scoffed.
"No." He answered, now letting their noses touch. His lips brushed against Dante's thin ones when he whispered, "This desire is all yours, alpha."
Dante couldn't take it anymore… So he just let it go: He kissed Vergil hard, sloppily, and totally out of control. Vergil responded enthusiastically, biting his lower lip before sinking his tong deep into the alpha's mouth, sliding his body to press his groin over Dante's.
Dante, totally out of it, devoured Vergil while rubbing himself over his brother alluring body. He felt intoxicated, like he was drunk. Drunk over Vergil's smell, Vergil's soft pouty lips, Vergil's sweet taste. He let his hand slide over his brother's shoulders to his waist, pulling him brutally over his dick, the pressure making him hiss while Vergil let a sinful moan reverberate through his mouth.
Vergil broke the kiss with a loud and obscene smack, and licked his lips sinfully.
"My alpha." He grunted, bringing his face closer again, but this time his attention was on Dante's neck.
Vergil bit him. With force, making the sharp canines broke his skin while he let out a possessive growl that reverberated straight to Dante's dick.
Dante felt everything and nothing at the same time. He felt high, like he was ascending to heaven and then falling to hell. His mind was out for some seconds, and when he came to his senses again (much more alert, for his totally despair), Vergil was surprised, eyeing him with his full attention.
"Interesting…" The older one scoffed, showing a wry smile on his lips while he understood what had just happened.
It took Dante some seconds to understand what he just did, and when he moved a little and felt the moist texture in his underwear, he figured it out.
"F-fuck…!"
He came.
He came by a simply hot kiss, like a horny stupid teenager!
Now he felt simply… mortified.
"Well, we can fuck, as you cutely suggested, if you're still 'up' to it, little brother." Vergil sarcastic answered, not hiding his laugh when Dante practically jumped out of the bed.
Dante exhaled when his back hit the wall. His heart was pounding like crazy; he practically heard its beating in his own skull. He put his hand over his neck, still feeling a good tingling over his skin, but his demonic power had already healed the bite.
"I… Shit, Vergil, I-…"
"It's ok." Vergil answered. Dante noticed that his tail was swishing in the air while Vergil snuggled a little into the bed, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep. "I sure thought that you wouldn't orgasm so fast…"
Dante felt his ears burn with embarrassment and he choked on his own spit.
My reputation, and life, is totally over. Kill me, oh merciful god above us all.
"… but I understand. The chemistry between alpha and omega is much more intense than anything you had with a human in the past. As I said before, your devil matured fully on the top of the Qliphoth, you hadn't have time to experience his sensations in mating regards… yet. You'll learn to deal with it eventually."
That took Dante by surprise. He certainly didn't expect Vergil to say anything reassuring, he expected to be ridiculed by his performance. Apparently, Vergil understood his situation perfectly, perhaps even from experience. To think that Vergil had experiences with humans and alphas made Dante's fury revive, but he would not go that way again.
Not now that regret was beginning to replace the shame in his mind.
"I shouldn't…" Dante looked down, unable to maintain eye contact with Vergil. "I shouldn't have kissed you."
"Hush." Vergil said, dismissively, closing his eyes and calming his libido. That made his devil trigger traits disappears, for Dante's displeasure. "The kiss lent me some energy, but I'll have to sleep since you don't want to endure more… hn… productive activities with me."
"But…"
"I still don't want to force you to do something you dislike, so I'll endure the pain while I can. And when that alone is not enough, I will look for another source of energy." Vergil rolled over the bed, giving Dante his back and a view of his perky butt (NO, DEVIL-ME! DON'T LOOK AT HIS BUTT!) "Just turn off the light on your way out."
The demon practically cried in Dante's head, but he managed to keep his senses and hurriedly left the room, grabbing only an underwear that was decorating Vergil's bizarre bed. He closed the door and sighed hard, trying to ignore his inner demon giddiness over the fact that Vergil had taken his underwear to his nest.
Oh god, Vergil and his inner demon really took the day to make his life as miserable as possible… He just hoped that his underwear was clean enough to use.
When he started down the stairs with his legs still wobbly and smelling Vergil's heat scent that impregnated in his clothes, Dante decided that if he maybe didn't need to take a shower after Nero's training, he now ached for one after his encounter with Vergil.
He made a quick stop at the laundry room and took some of Nero's clothes from the dryer. Nero's cargo pants were a little short, but the t-shirt would fit, and that was more than enough for that night. He knew the kid would kill him in the next day, but there's no way in hell he would put his semen covered pants again (yeah, he had ejaculated that much and it showed not only on his underwear, but also in his pants; it's been a while, give the guy a break!).
After that, he went to the bathroom across the corridor (the one he practically never uses) and took care of his business as fast as possible. He didn't even have the courage to look himself in the mirror, because he knew that if he saw his kissed swollen lips, his inner demon would never shut up.
So he just showered, as mechanically and fast as possible.
Free from the filth and sweat (but not free from his shame), Dante left the bathroom with his hair still damp, wearing Nero's tight clothes and barefoot. He looked briefly at his room's door, remembering the dizzy feeling and avoiding to get closer, afraid the sexual energy would hit him again just by being near the door. He eventually shook his head, trying to keep the lewd thoughts away, and took a deep breath to calm down and decide what to do.
He looked at the guest room's door (now Nero and Kyrie's room) and heard little noises. He got close and intended to knock, but suddenly he heard Kyrie's muffled giggle, and stopped his fist in middle air. Well, it seems someone was still dealing with sexual energy… Feeling a little jealous, Dante decided to let the kid have some fun. Annoyed, he went downstairs while ignoring his inner demon protests (the demon was furious at the prospect of another alpha using his territory for carnal conjunctions while Dante refrained from doing the same, even if there was one perfect omega available nearby).
This omega and alpha thing made Dante extremely confused. He didn't know to what extent his desires were truly his, or if they were only originated by his demonic nature. How can he be sure that his love for Vergil would result to this kind of need and that he wasn't victimized by the pheromones in the air?
He was sure of only one thing: he loved Vergil. He always had, since he was a little kid. He wasn't sure if he loved him romantically or not, because to him love is love, and the different kinds of love that human wrote on poetry and something like that never made sense to him. Trish agrees with him in this regard, love is love and that's all. Lady usually said that their demon brain simplifies these kinds of things for them, and maybe she was right.
However, he wasn't sure of what Vergil felt about him. Sure, he knew his brother was lusting over him, that was explicit and maybe it's just his inner demon speaking on his head (just like his own demon were doing to him), but… What about Vergil? Not Vergil's demon side, Vergil himself? Would he want to be with him like that if he wasn't heat influenced? Was Vergil capable of have any kind of love for him?
He knew that Vergil loved their parents and Dante was sure that his brother loves Nero in his own strange way. He sacrificed himself to protect the kid, so that's love… Right? Ok, it might be an instinct act to expand his bloodline or something demonic like that, but the way Vergil acted when he talked about Nero was… Yeah, Dante was sure that he loved his son (or his "cub", as Vergil referred to Nero). He wasn't sure if Vergil knew it himself, but he was sure that Vergil was capable of loving someone because he loves Nero. He still didn't know what his brother felt about him, though.
Maybe he would never know.
And that was beside the point, really. Whatever they felt for each other, there was no way in hell he was going to let Vergil visit Love Planet, even though he knew the girls who worked there very well and was sure that they wouldn't approach his brother if he asked them. Besides, Vergil probably would only look for sexual energy in the environment, maybe he wouldn't even have carnal relations (because, let's face it, what else is in a strip club other than sexual energy?), but Dante's inner demon couldn't even imagine the prospect of Vergil entering that place.
He was so jealous that it hurts.
No, this wasn't a reasonable option. Love Planet is off the table. He had to think of something else.
Dante went downstairs, still thoughtful. He considered lying down over the sofa to get a full night of sleep, but he wasn't sleepy. His body was trying to cope with all the adrenaline and pheromones produced this day, and even if he was a little back-sore, he didn't want to sleep.
He went to the kitchen and found a pizza box waiting for him, half of it intact. Certainly, Kyrie had decided to pamper him, because Nero would never leave leftovers just for him, and he was glad for missy's gentle gesture. There was cooked food over the oven too; he wasn't sure who cooked what at that meal, but he did know that Kyrie and Vergil had worked together in the kitchen. And for some reason, thinking about the two of them doing something so homemade made him show a satisfied smile.
He was dying to eat pizza, but Vergil's cooking was something he wanted to try as fast as possible, because of lunch he was so engrossed with Nero's bickering that he hadn't savored the meal properly. So he put the pizza in the refrigerator and heated the homemade food. When he took the first bite, he concluded that the two really made a good pair. It was wonderful.
After eating (and throwing the dishes into the sink without washing, because it is Dante we are talking about), he returned to the office and found Eva's portrait hidden on the drawer. He had chosen to hide it from Nero while they fixed the office, because the kid would start asking questions once again if he saw his grandmother's picture, and Dante didn't have much energy left to talk about his family again at that moment. The protector glass was broken and he will need to fix it, but other than that, it was intact.
He sat down at his chair and stared at Eva for a little while, longingly.
Would she be proud of us?
The answer was easy: most likely not. Eva was human, and everything that was happening in that family was as far from human morals as possible. Maybe she'd be proud of Nero, because the kid is just the good boy she always dreamt that Dante and Vergil would turn up to be. That sure didn't happen: Vergil was spreading demon pheromones around and Dante was acting like a dog wanting to mate a bitch. Their mother would be so disappointed…
Suddenly, the telephone started ringing, interrupting his self-deprecating thoughts.
Dante frowned, looking briefly at the wall clock. It was late and he ordinarily didn't take jobs so late at night. Some people called at night frightened by "ghosts" or stupid shit like that, and it usually was nothing more than the fertile imagination of the human mind. When there was no demon to hunt, Dante only wasted time going out to missions like that.
However, since he wasn't sleepy and clearly needed to burn some energy off to be able to sleep without having wet dreams about Vergil, Dante picked up the receiver.
"Devil May Cry?"
"Dante?"
Okay, it wasn't a job. He didn't know if he was happy to hear the voice on the other end of the line, or if he was disappointed to know that he wasn't going to waste energy destroying demons.
He chose the first option.
"Babe!" he exclaimed, pushing the chair back and balancing himself on the back legs of the chair in a carefree manner; he put his feet up, not bothering to dirty the Devil May Cry financial spreadsheets that were neatly piled up over the table. "I bet you missed me so much that you couldn't wait until daytime to call." he taunted, because it was only normal for him to do so.
At the other end of the line, Trish scoffed.
"In fact, I was calling Nero. You asked us to let him know you were back, but shit happened and I could not make the call earlier." She explained, and Dante tried to hear some noises in the back of the call; Nothing, so Lady wasn't near Trish at the moment. "I assume Nero already fond you guys? Nico just told me that Nero was living on Devil May Cry headquarters, poor child… Living in a pigsty would be better."
Yeah, said the demon who lived here for years. – He bitterly thought, but said nothing about it.
"Well, he seems to love living here. He even redecorated the place." Dante answered, shrugging, "There's a crib in the guest's room now."
"… What!?"
She sounded surprised, and Dante was happy to know that Nero didn't tell her or Lady about it. He was the first to know, and he was glad about it.
"Yeah. That's my initial reaction. Can you believe it? The kid is not a little kid anymore."
"Oh my god!" Trish exclaimed, laughing enthusiastically. Trish wasn't so scandalous like Lady, and if she showed some reaction like that it seems that she was really happy for them. "Congratulations!"
But that word surprised him.
"What are you congratulating me for?" he frowned.
"You're going to be a grand-uncle!"
Oh, come on!
"Don't say that." He grumbled, "I feel old."
"You are old, Dante." She taunted, because she was the great demon woman who would never age. Dante was sure that the world wasn't fair at all!
"Lies!" he nagged in a winy voice, making her chuckle a little bit. "Trish, I need an advice"
"Shouldn't we wait for Lady to join this conversation? She went to buy us food, but she'll be back shortly."
It was rare, it really was, but there are things that Dante prefers to speak only to Trish. Maybe it was because she was the only full demon he was friends with, maybe it was because she has his mother's face… It doesn't matter. He didn't want to talk about this with Lady, not at all.
"No." He answered, praying that Lady stayed away for a little longer. "It's… a demon shenanigan. Lady don't have to hear about it."
"Oh." Trish's voice sounded deeply in thought, thinking about all the scenarios that would make Dante want to talk about demon stuff. It was a taboo territory even for the two of them, Dante is never comfortable enough to initiate this kind of conversation, so it must be a serious matter. "Is your brother fighting Nero over territory?"
"Why'd you assume that?"
"Because they are alphas and, unlike you, they are fertile." There she goes again calling him sterile… With friends like that, who needs an enemy? "They must feel the alpha-alpha competition and-…"
He chose to interrupt her, because she was getting it all wrong, and new discoveries should be shared if they wanted to get somewhere in this conversation.
"Yeah, about that… Uh… How can I put it lightly…?" He sighed while she patiently waited; there is no way to sugar coat it, he just hoped that his brother forgives him for revealing this to someone. "Vergil is not an alpha."
"Dante, you are sterile, so that's why you can't feel that Nelo Angelo's an alpha, but he has to be."
"Stop talking about my… Urgh. Listen, Vergil is an omega. And no, I'm not joking."
Trish became silent for a little while.
"That's impossible." She asserted. "It's true that I never smelled anything different in Nelo Angelo like I do on you and Nero, but I thought that it was because of Mundus corruption slowly destroying his body. Believe me, if he was an omega, I'd smell him even if he was dead. An omega's scent is much stronger than an alpha's stench."
"I know."
"No, you don't, you are sterile so-…"
"Damn it, Trish!" he cursed; he didn't want to tell her that, but it was the only way for her to understand his point "My demon awakened after I absorbed Rebellion and Sparda's sword." He heard Trish take a deep breath and cut her off before she could speak anything "Don't you dare congratulate me for that!" she remained silent, "The problem is… Vergil's in heat."
"Oh my god! It keeps getting better and better." Trish laughed over the phone; Dante just grumbled, knowing he would have to deal with her teasing for days, "I assume you're reacting to his smell."
"Yeah…" he mumbled, pouting a little.
"How bad?"
"I fucking kissed him a couple of minutes ago. I lost control."
"That bad, huh." He could practically see her teasing smirk, "I should be there to take a picture."
"Trish, this is serious!"
She burst into laughter even harder now; apparently, for her this wasn't a serious matter.
He growled, feeling distressed and regretting asking for her help.
"What's the problem?" she asked between her laughs, "An omega's heat is amazing, Dante. You'll love it."
"He is my brother!"
It wasn't the only problem about the situation, but Dante didn't want to go into details about his inability of understand his and Vergil's feelings. It's too sappy, he had to maintain some dignity.
"So?" she sounded like she was discussing something very obvious with a stupid person, "You know that's not a problem for a demon, right?"
"I'm half human. It is a problem to me."
"Isn't Nero and Kyrie adoptive siblings?"
What!?
Dante never took that into consideration, but now that Trish pointed it out… It's true, Nero was adopted by Kyrie and Credo's parents and the three of them lived as siblings. Do they care about this detail at all?
"… That's not the same." He excused his nephew's relationship, even if he did find it strange now that he thinks about it. "They are not blood related."
"Incestuous relationships between blood related humans are only a problem because of the possibility of congenital deformity of their children." She carefree explained. "Demons don't have this kind of problem. You and your brother are safe."
"It's not only because of that! It's… It's… moral unacceptable."
She laughed again, but now Dante was sure it was a sarcastic laugh. She was losing her patience with him.
"Give me a break, Dante. Are you going to tell me that you are in a crisis over human morals? You?" Trish sighed, "Then just take Nelo Angelo to somewhere he could find some humans willing to have sex with him. It's not as effective, but some humans may provide the same energy as one single alpha and he would be ok."
"Not a fucking chance." He growled in response, feeling his anger returning, "I can't let him fuck anyone else. I won't let that happen!"
"Ok, now I see that your demon really has awakened. Let me think… You don't want to mate him, but you know if he doesn't mate he will die." Dante annoyed hummed in response. "There are some alternatives: If Kyrie wasn't expecting a cub, Nero could lend Vergil some energy too." Dante instantly growled, and Trish shushed him "Stop it. I'm not suggesting they kiss or something like that. Just by being near Vergil can take the energy from you and him. Two alphas may deliver the proper energy that's needed to make the omega survive the heat without sex. He will be weakened, but he won't die."
Well, that is a good alternative! – he though, seeing a light at the end of the tunnel.
"But Nero is providing Kyrie with energy. He can't stop it, the baby will die if he give energy to Vergil and not to Kyrie." Trish concluded, destroying Dante's hope.
He felt the increase urge to just end the call, because Trish must be kidding with him! That's unfair!
"Goddamnit, babe!" he complained, "Give me something I can work with!"
"There is only one other option: I can go to Devil May Cry and help you out. After all, I'm an alpha too."
Well… Yes, she is. She is a girl, though, so Dante thought she wouldn't be able to help him with this energy issue.
"You can? Really?"
He still finds this alpha and omega thing difficult to understand, but if she can help without touching Vergil sexually, he would take whatever she offers.
"Of course I can. Even if I don't like Nelo Angelo, I can relate to somethings he did because of Mundus' influence and so on. So I don't hate his guts like Lady do, therefore I'm willing to help you out with him, even if it's something that is not pleasant for me to do."
That's… actually good news for once!
"Can you come now?" Dante hopefully asked.
"It's that bad already?"
"He is nesting."
"Ok, it's bad. I'll make Lady an excuse, because she won't be happy if I tell her the truth. The job is almost finished anyway, she won't ask much if I ditch her to find another supposedly new job. But she will go to Devil May Cry when she finished. She wants to shoot your head."
"What!? Why!?"
"Because you lost Kalina Ann II. And don't dare to lie to me, I know you for years, Dante."
Oh fuck, I forgot that I have this problem to take care of…
"That's your problem and you deal with Lady when she comes back. But, Dante…Don't fight me." She said in stern tone, "You already are possessive over him and I'll rile up your inner demon when I enter your territory. Try to remember that you asked for my company. If you attack me, I'll retaliate."
"I… I promise." He just hoped he could keep up with this promise; he wasn't looking forward to repair Devil May Cry's office again, "I won't attack you if you are able to control yourself when you sniff his smell."
"Don't sweat it. I'm used to it. I'll just act like Nero, probably."
"Nero doesn't seem to feel anything."
"Oh… so he is just like you were before? But he isn't sterile, since Kyrie is pregnant. That's… interesting…"
"Yeah, I don't understand this amazing half breed dynamics." Dante rolled his eyes, "Nero doesn't know that Vergil's an omega… Yet. He still thinks that Vergil's his dad, not his mom. And before you ask me, I don't know who his father is. I don't think I wanna know either, I fear I might want to kill the guy if I do."
Trish was silent for a little while, still trying to understand the half breed dynamics and Nero's reaction. She probably was thinking for responses to this question, but Dante couldn't care less about it. He just wants Vergil's out of his heat without any deaths, and that's it.
"Dante… Did you…" She stopped speaking and sighed audible "Never mind."
"What?"
"I'll arrive shortly. Just wait a little bit."
"Trish? Wha-…"
She just hung up.
That's strange. – He thought, looking to the phone receiver and debating if he should call her back and demand some answers.
He chose to wait for her arrival. She would help him out with Vergil, and then everything would be ok and they could start living like a normal family…
Right?
... To be continued...
Notes: I want to make a question: is there something you want to read? Or something you don't read by any means in the DanVer fandom? I know I already made the warning and tags, but... I just want to be in a safe ground. Please tell me what you like and don't like to read, it may guide my decisions for future chapters and the course of this fanfic. Speak up, babies!
Omegaverse observations so far:
Demons spawn only one demon per pregnancy. The twins were born in the same gestation and that was something atypical, but it was only possible because their mother was human.
Demons are either omegas or alphas, and this definition does not depend on the demon's gender (female, male or intersex). Regardless of their gender, omegas can become pregnant.
Alphas fight with each other for territories' domination and to court omegas. The omega's heat affects the alpha as well, causing these alphas to become especially energetic when they are close to omegas in heat, to protect them and supply them with energy.
Omegas, during their heat, lose a lot of energy and need physical contact from an alpha so that the two can balance their energy levels. The exchange of energies' speed are intensified with the carnal contact, but the corporal approach is enough for this exchange to slowly happen.
Omegas that cannot obtain the energy of others during their heat die.
As a consequence of this energy's need for survival, omegas are able to charm humans so that they can obtain energy in the absence of alphas to supply this need. Such power apply only against humans, which created the legend of succubus and incubus in the human world. (Observation: that means Vergil was able to charm Dante in the cemetery scene because Dante is a hybrid, so hybrids are also susceptible to this power because they are part-human. He cannot enchant a pure demon, though).
Hybrids have dynamics slightly different from pure demons: they acquire their needs from the demonic nature after their first devil trigger. Dante, however, only started to feel the effects of his alpha side only after acquiring his sin devil trigger (at least that is what it seems up to that point in the fanfic). The reason for this and more details about the difference in puberty moments between the three hybrids will be clarified in future chapters.
In a demon pregnancy, the pregnant omega/human need to obtain energy by someone, usually his alpha mate, to generate a heathy cub. In case they don't get the energy, the omega/human will be weakened and the pregnancy may suffer some… complications.
Regardless of being an omega or alpha, a dying demon has two options: become a devil arm and submit his power to the one who conquered him or, if his will and pride is strong enough, be reborn in the Underworld, but in a weaker form without the power he previously possessed. This is what happened to Vergil after Dante killed him in his Nelo Angelo form.
Omegas go through the process of nesting... Because I, as the writer, find this omegaverse cliché hella cute and I had to put it here. Lol!
Any doubts? Let me know!