Notes: Happy New Year, cuties! I hope 2021 treat us better than 2020 did!

I tried to update in late November / early December, but it was impossible. I had a covid case in my family (my grandma got infected, and I had to take care of her) and it was really difficult days. She is better now, and I hadn't caught it, so I'm ok too. After that, I had a third degree burn in my left arm/hand, and it hurts to type. Now the burnt healed, so here it is the update!

I hope the waiting was worth it. Please tell me what you think.

Good reading for you all!

LINEAGE

By PCSP

Chapter 12

If someone witnessed Vergil closing his cub's bedroom door with a soft click and walking with firm (but silent) steps, trying to go back to Dante's room unnoticed, they could mistakenly conclude that Vergil was calm and resigned after dealing with what he just heard from Nero.

Unfortunately, that was not the case.

Within all the events of his life, it was stupid to imagine that a discussion that did not result in assassination attempts or physical torture was what filled him with such negative emotions; he had an intense desire to disappear from Earth's existence. Unable to cope with his pain, he acted on automatic mode, not even sure what he was doing: all he knew was that he needed Yamato and she was in his nest. He needed his katana to open a portal and disappear from his brother's stupid shop, never to return.

It seems that the result of what he anticipated happened even earlier than he imagined: Afterall, he did tell Dante that he would accompany him to Devil May Cry only to end this stage of his life, because sooner or later Nero would realize that there was no reason to keep him in his life. His incompetence as a father would be evident, and of course his cub would dismiss him (just like he ended up doing a few seconds ago). Vergil promised shortly before crossing the portal to the human kingdom that he would accompany Dante until this moment, and then return to his place of origin: the Underworld.

That was not the complete truth, however. Vergil had no intention of returning to the Netherworld and governing as the rightful king. No, he had already given up this fate when he decided to accompany Dante to the surface; basically, to make a trip back to Hell, it would take a ritual watered with a lot of human blood to open a portal strong enough, and he was not willing to disappoint Dante and Nero once again doing that. That means the second he chose to follow Dante, he chose to give up the throne. He never wanted the throne, to be quite honest: eating the fruit of the Qliphoth and acquiring sovereign power was Urizen's decision, not Vergil's. Vergil just wanted the power to protect himself and defeat Dante, Urizen was the one who wanted to take it beyond sibling rivalry.

His fate, however, would be no less noble.

It was appropriate that he was so near a full heat, because that would make his goal much easier: it would only take a few days without the exchange of energy for him to finally perish. Yes, his original place was in Hell, and there he would go after his death by insufficiency energy. He would be reborn in the darkness, not as a leader, and this was the place he belonged... He deserves nothing beyond suffering and defeat.

Life has proved that to him countless times. His life wasn't and would never be a fairytale. And he, for a little while, was stupid enough to dream that it could be.

He was a failure as a Sparda's descendent. A completely disgrace for his lineage. Oh, he was so stupid to think, even for a brief moment, that he could have a life with his family again. It was stupid, useless, foolish to dream of something like that. Because that was Dante's fate, not his; there was no way to exchange fates, or combine them.

You cannot hide yourself behind a fairytale. Go back to your reality. – He censured himself, sighing in shame when he grabbed the door handle.

When he opened the door to his brother's room, ready to run away with Yamato and nothing else, Vergil's blood froze completely in his veins.

His eyes landed on Dante, who was sitting in his nest, caressing Yamato while maintaining his eyes closed, as if he was sleeping holding his brother's dear weapon.

However, Vergil knew that was only a façade. God, he knew how snooper Dante could be, and he knew Yamato's nature even more. Dante was not casually taking a nap with his katana: Dante was listening to her singing and, as a consequence, her secrets (or better yet, his secrets).

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When Sparda sealed the netherworld and separated it from the human kingdom, it was necessary for him to give up much of his demonic power since only such a great sacrifice like that could create a strong seal. During this process, Sparda's power forged three powerful swords, and which of them kept a small portion of the power that the incredible demon once possessed: Force Edge, Rebellion and Yamato.

Among the peculiarities of the three swords, Yamato was always the least compatible with Dante and the one that carried most mysteries. Perhaps because Rebellion and Force Edge were used by Dante in their dormant state and were awakened by him, his compatibility with them had always been more evident. Rebellion was always his longtime companion, and it possessed all of Sparda's power that matched Dante's style perfectly. Force Edge, even after being awakened and acquiring the form of Devil Sword Sparda, accepted being wielded by Dante, although Dante himself considered that Trish was more compatible with the sword than he was.

Since Dante didn't witness Yamato's awakening (he didn't even know what Vergil did to awaken Yamato, perhaps that was something he should ask his brother eventually), or maybe because of the essence of noble power placed within this sword not combining with Dante's attitude... Who knows? The fact is that Dante and Yamato never matched completely.

Dante wielded Yamato only once, in Fortuna. On that occasion, Dante learned that Yamato could be noisier than Agni and Rudra: Yamato sang in the ears of those who wielded her, guiding as a celestial spirit illuminating her swashbuckler, practically demanding the way she should be handled and treated. A noisy, meticulous, authoritative and feist girl (because Yamato sang in a female voice, so they always referred to the sword as a 'she'). Although she cooperated enough with Dante for him to use her to end the Order of the Sword's plans, she did not stay a single second in his hands without calling out the name of Vergil and Nero in his mind.

Yamato didn't like him, and he didn't like Yamato. Simple as that.

Maybe that's why he didn't hesitate to leave her with Nero, when all the chaos in Fortuna was over. It was his sword by right, an inheritance owed to his nephew (although the said nephew didn't know this little detail at that time). Since she would never accept Dante as a wilder, Nero was the one destined to stay with her. After all, Yamato was so similar to Vergil that it would be almost like having Nero's father accompanying him.

Dante wasn't wrong. She was indeed similar to Vergil, for one simple reason: she shared his memories.

He realized, in the past, that Devil Sword Sparda also had this effect on him, so he left it for Trish to handle. It was terrible to touch this sword and remember past events that you want to forget at all costs. Now that he had absorbed the Sparda, this effect happened to Devil Sword Dante too. In the present, Dante was more mature and learned to deal with these traumas better ('That's questionable', Nero would say), and it was easier to control the memories now that his sword was literally part of his body. Rebellion never did this kind of thing, though. It was rebellious, as the own name says, and always remained silent.

Yamato didn't give him any Vergil's memories the last time he wielded her. She probably hated him as much as he hated her and only allowed herself to be used to save Nero's life (the sword apparently understood that the kid was Vergil's son). Now, after everything that happened, she seemed to trust Dante a little more...

At least she trusted him to the point of granting him some of Vergil's memories. Cloudy ones, but enlightening enough.

Dante opened his eyes a few seconds after Vergil opened the bedroom door, and looked at him from head to toe with the best poker face he could sustain. Nero's saddened emotions stabbed his heart a few minutes ago, and he knew the two of them must have had a fight. Vergil's heat scent also stabbed him, and he felt shivers run all over his body. However, the emotional effects of Vergil's memories that he acquired in those last few minutes were too strong for him to be swayed by Nero's emotions or his own desire for Vergil.

Dante was feeling... baffled. Chocked. Astonished.

Vergil tried to spoke, but the sound that left his mouth was just a little weak whimper. He seemed lost and terrified now that he realized what his brother had just done.

"Looking for Yamato to get away from me again, Verg?" Dante snarled in response, narrowing his eyes in a threatening look, ready to act if his brother tried to snatch Yamato out of his hands, "What's the matter, big bro? Has the cat got your tongue?"

Vergil blinked, and clearered his throat as he caught up his voice.

"She is mine. Give her back." Vergil ordered, so weakly that his order sounded more like a plea.

"If you want it, then you'll have to take it." Dante replied, expanding the corner of his lips in a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

Oh, the irony of using his own damned words against him. That's satisfying. – Dante thought as Vergil frowned, clearly unhappy by hearing the recognizable phrase. However, he did not attack him to snatch Yamato from his hands as Dante imagined he would.

He turned away quickly, ready to run out of the room. Dante knew his brother's plan: he wanted out, he wanted to run away from Devil May Cry and this damn city. He was ready to run away from Dante's life, for fear of being confronted by the truth. Once again.

Dante wouldn't allow that this time.

Maneuvering Yamato, Dante lashed the dimension and managed to reach the door, forcing it to close tightly before his twin could get out. In less than a millisecond, Dante was beside Vergil, forcing his brother's arms against the closed door and above his head.

The younger just stared at Vergil's wide eyes.

"Where do you think you're going?" Dante growled.

That made Vergil stop appearing scared and became angry, staring at Dante's eyes with pure hatred.

The younger one was ready, though. He wouldn't succumb to Vergil's icy stare this time. Yamato told him everything he needed to know, whether Vergil likes it or not.

"Let go of me, you mutt!" Vergil ordered, and this time it sounded like a real order.

Dante felt Vergil's spell bewitching him, but in a much weaker form than before. Perhaps the heat was diminishing the strength of his enchantment, or perhaps Dante was learning to break free from that particular omega trick. Even with all the pheromones in the air, Dante wouldn't let his guard down and let Vergil enchant him.

This trick no longer works, big brother.

"Do you want to run away from your responsibilities, your family and your feelings? You coward!"

Vergil opened and closed his mouth without knowing how to respond to that insult and, using what little demon energy he had left, conjured spectral swords in an attempt to hit Dante and force him to let go of his arms. Dante had thrown Yamato on the bed before manhandling him and pinning him to the door, so he could dodge, grab the katana and open a portal. He didn't have energy to push Dante, so the spectral swords would have to be enough; and when Dante let go of his arms, he wouldn't be able to catch Vergil again. Even though the older twin was now weakened due to the heat effects, he was still faster than any other Sparda.

Dante, anticipating Vergil's attacks, released his partial devil trigger and spread his large demonic wings, and they managed to stop the spectral swords attack, protecting his back from the puncture. With his eyes fierce and reddened by the demon force inside him, Dante smirked devilish, showing his sharp canines in an air of victory.

"Release me! THIS IS AN ORDER!" Vergil screamed, losing his composure little by little.

He was scared.

Oh, Dante liked that very much.

"She told me everything." He roared in response, approximant their bodies and sniffing Vergil's alluring scent mixed his evident fear.

"STOP IT!" Vergil cried out in fear of hearing the truth he didn't want to reminiscence. Everything was already lost, he needed to get away from Dante. He wasn't ready for this conversation, he'll never be!

But Dante only brought their bodies flushed together a little more, and Vergil inhaled sharply, starting to tremble and pray for a miracle. Someone to knock at the door, an earthquake could break at that minute, or a demon invasion… Anything!

Nothing happened, and Vergil wasn't listening to any noise besides their labored breathing. Nobody would come to rescue him. He was alone.

As always.

"She told me everything you would never have the courage to say to me. Everything, Vergil."

Oh God, this is a nightmare! - Vergil thought, closing his eyes and waiting for the first punch. Dante would destroy him, he was sure of it. There wasn't another option. If Yamato told him everything, and Vergil was weakened by his heat, he was beyond deceased.

Maybe dying in Dante's hands would be better than dying by lack of energy. It's a humiliating way to go, of course, but it's fair. Dante deserved to have some kind of vengeance.

Before the eldest could decide if he would struggle once again in an attempt to break free, or if he would accept his defeat without a fight, Dante acted:

He kissed him. No enchant, or drowsiness, or weaknesses. Dante kissed him because he wanted to.

And Vergil, extremely surprised by the gesture and lack of violence, but definitely loving what had just happened, reciprocated the kiss like a hungry man who had just stood before a banquet.

What is this? What is happening? What... Why? How?!

Vergil was the one intoxicated this time, his brother taste in his mouth was making it difficult for him to understand what was happening. He wanted it, of course he did, but what was happening was impossible. Dante was kissing him like a pro, and he... He felt like he was just melting under his hands. At the same time, Vergil felt like he was recharging: the energy transfusion was intense now that they were lip locking, and if he wanted, he could break free. He didn't, though. He wanted to see how far Dante was willing to go.

As it seems, Dante wanted to go really far, because suddenly Vergil heard an increase loud purr emit from Dante's chest. Second later, he found himself no longer pinned to the door, but to the mattress. Their bed. Their nest.

Dante maintained his wings around Vergil and managed to tear off his pajamas' pants with skilled hands. It had been a while, years, so Vergil was overwhelmed with all the sensations. He couldn't keep up with Dante's expert hands, and that made him extremely jealous, turned on, and angry. He wasn't the type of lover to submit to anyone, but the heat nature was making him put his dominance behind for a while.

"Dante-..." he moaned breathless when his brother started to nibble his navel while stroking his nipples with elongated craws. He bit his lip immediately afterwards, remembering that Nero was in the next room and he couldn't hear their… Well, their… whatever they're going to do (Vergil couldn't dream and think that Dante would go all the way with him, that's asking too much).

"Shiii." Dante shushed him, moving himself lower in their bed.

Dante bit the elastic band of his underwear and pulled it down, finishing removing it with both hands. He felt his mouth water as he watched Vergil's perfect erect penis, and he had to concentrate to remember how to talk, "Just… Later, ok?"

"No, Dante. I have to be sure that's what you really want." Vergil managed to say between sharp breaths, trying to keep his excitement under control and not trigger. The problem wouldn't be Dante hearing him purr if he trigger, but if that happen, maybe even Nero will be able to hear his purring, because he was that affected. He was so turned on and content that he wouldn't be able to control it at all.

"Oh no, poor me, being deflowered by my big bro, he forced me to make me do suuuuch nasty things..." Dante teased while shivering slightly, a little more intoxicated by the aphrodisiac smell that Vergil expelled when he was excited and by the intense desire he felt. Vergil was perfect, smelled perfect, fit perfectly against his body.

Made for me. – Dante concluded, biting his belly button and dragging his tongue lower.

"I'm serious, you stupid buffoon!" Vergil snapped, grabbing his brother's hair and forcing him to look up and stare directly into his eyes, ignoring the way his brother moaned lustfully by being treated rough (The same masochist as always, it seems), "It's important. Answer me."

Dante blinked, clearing the horniness out of his brain when he saw the pure uncertainty in Vergil's eyes.

"Of course I want you, Verg." Dante murmured, smiling as he booped Vergil's nose in a reassuring (and cute) gesture before giving him a quick peck on the lips.

That made Vergil blush, because he wasn't shy to receive lewd gestures, but affection was another department. And yep, that is Dante being Dante, not the demon clouding his mind. He needed to be sure, though:

"It's not only your demon getting the upper hand, right?"

Dante let a small chucked escape his lips.

"The whole-me wants you, bro. And I'll show you, because we talk so much better with fists..." Dante, again with that annoying devilish grin plastered on his lips, had the audacity to descend his right hand and grab Vergil's manhood firmly while saying that, "Dontcha think?"

Vergil hissed sharply and bucked up, and Dante restarted his kissing and biting path going lower in Vergil's belly, bringing his body lower and lower with each precise stroke he made, clearly aiming to face his crotch next.

"I'll kill you for your cockiness."

"That's hot. Promise?" the younger teased between his love bites.

"Hmm…" Vergil groaned as he felt Dante's breathing over his private parts; he looked down, and felt his face became even hotter as his blush increased, "You're an idiot."

"And you're beautiful..." Dante stared at Vergil's groin for some long seconds, really enjoying the way he looks down there.

The compliment clearly was aimed to Vergil's dick, and he blushed profoundly under the intense hungry stare.

"Stop saying foolish words and make that mouth do something better."

Dante looked up briefly, noticing Vergil's blush but also picturing his defiantly stare. He grinned, stocked out his tongue and brushed it unceremoniously over Vergil's gland.

The older one couldn't contain his pleasure moan as he closed his eyes, loosing himself to the feeling; Dante felt his whole body tingle with excitement over the smell, the taste, and the privileged view he had down there.

"As you wish, babe." the elder whispered next to his erection, capturing the head with his lips and starting his magic.

Vergil opened his eyes, whimpering with excitement when he saw his partner's mouth completely enveloping his erection, descending slowly, without choking, looking like a professional on the subject. Instantly he put a hand to Dante's hair (the other hand he used to covered his own mouth to prevent himself of releasing embarrassing sounds), intending to force him further down. However, Dante didn't let him do this and, acting fast and precise, pinned his wrist to the side of his body. Either way, that slight interruption didn't make Dante stop his ministrations, because he deepened the blowjob even more by each passing second, sucking Vergil's dick without any pity; sometimes brushing his teeth lightly on the sensitive skin, sometimes sucking all the erection while he caressed it with his tongue.

"Too slow." Vergil arched his back, betraying his own words, "Show me your motivation, give me more!" (1)

And Dante gave him more, and more, and so much more. He sucked it hard and in torturous movements; Vergil had never received a blowjob like that: extremely slow, intense and desperate. At the same time that his body craved greater speed, he did not want to lose the intense suction he received.

Dante licked him, from the bottom of his sharft to the head, caressing the inside of his thighs while performing the surreal stimulation, before wrapping him up totally by snuggling him in his throat. Vergil moaned so impudently that the Dante was sure that if he died at that moment, he would die very happy. After all, giving pleasure to Vergil generated an absurd satisfaction in his body.

He wasn't the only satisfied one: Vergil gave up everything at that moment, allowing himself to reach the biggest and best orgasm of his life, grunting slightly and betraying his own pride by doing so.

Dante seemed to like the sound very much, as he moaned pleasantly while swallowing every droplet of his semen. He let his wings disappear with the end of his partial devil trigger at the same time he gulped loudly, and Vergil was sure his dick would stay hard even after reaching his climax.

Dante was just that sexy.

"Dante..." he moaned when Dante was back at his eye level and kissed him once again, biting his lower lip and started caressing his thighs, gripping his skin and feeling every muscle with wantoning hands. "What are you doing?" Vergil asked, breathless, still trying to focus.

After an intense orgasm, it's difficult to think straight. Vergil could taste himself in Dante's mouth, and if that's wasn't lustful enough, the way Dante pressed his clothed erection over his bare one sure made him see stars.

"What does it look like?" Dante murmured, his voice sounding scratchy, probably because his throat previous abuse, "I'm pleasing my omega, of course."

Vergil blinked, and sat fast enough in the bed to make Dante make a grunt of surprise, pulling his underwear and pajama pants up, as he refused to have this conversation semi-naked. Dante nearly wept when he saw that Vergil was ceasing his access to his private parts.

"Your omega?" He repeated Dante's words, because they didn't make any sense, and-…

Oh. Yamato. Right. She must have told him that part too. – He concluded. He still didn't understand how come Dante isn't losing his temper and fighting him to death after the revelations… but here they are now, both sweaty and flushed, with blown pupils and in need of something more. And Dante entered in this state with him willing! It's like Dante was glad that they bonded. And since Dante hadn't a choice in that matter, Vergil thought his brother would be very mad.

He didn't seem to be, though.

"Yep. My omega. Mine. Nobody else's. Fuck, Vergil! Why didn't you tell me since the beginning?"

Vergil just stopped breathing for a couple of seconds, not understanding a word he was hearing. Dante, not really waiting for an answer, started to kiss Vergil's neck and shoulder, while his hands travelled down to his brother's chest.

"What-…" Vergil almost choked when Dante's fingers started to play with the helm of his pants and, after a hiss of protest, his brother stopped doing it. If Vergil thought he was safe now, he was wrong: suddenly both of Dante's arms were around him in an awkward hug, and a second later Vergil felt two firm squeezes in his buttocks, "Dante, stop it already!"

No, don't stop! - Vergil's inner devil protested, but that could wait. He was stronger now that they transferred a lot of energy in the previous activities, so anything beyond that was just for fun. And duty comes first. He had to understand what Dante was thinking. He just has to!

"Oh, come on! Don't be difficult!" Dante whined when Vergil pulled his hands away from his body, smacking them in the process. That's not fair, Dante just wanted to mate already! And Vergil... Well... "That's not what you wanted? We can talk later!"

"Dante, I-..." Vergil licked his own lips after witnessing the heated stare Dante gave him. He wanted... He do want. Still want. But... No, he has to know the damage before doing this with Dante again, "Answer me already, what did she say?"

"I can't understand you, Verg. Urgh! Ok, she said that we are bonded by birth, we always had been. I knew it, more or less. Pops once told me something along these lines, but I didn't understand that it meant the omega/alpha shenanigans." (2)

… What?!

It can't be it. Yamato doesn't lie. She can't make things up, and that's not what happened between them. Dante is still the same idiot as always have been and maybe he caught it all wrong. Therefore, Vergil choose his words carefully, letting Dante kiss and bite his body a little bit so he could have time to phrase it the best way possible.

"With that statement, I must conclude that Yamato told you we are bonded by birth. Correct?"

Dante almost growled when Vergil started to talk about it again. He doesn't want to talk right now. Damnit! His brother never talks, and now that Dante wanted to do other things with him, his brother sudden decided that he wanted to discuss things that was now as clear as water? Well, he would appreciate that if Vergil had opened up to him before Yamato did, but now it wasn't necessary anymore.

"She told we're bonded; I just connected the dots. I'm not a complete idiot, Vergil: twin souls, shit like that. Isn't it?"

Oh brother, you're such an imbecile. – Vergil concluded, but for the first time, he passed up the opportunity to offend Dante. Because the misunderstanding was better than he anticipated.

"... And what else did she said?" he cautious asked, still thinking that everything would fall apart any minute. He isn't used to things to go so smooth in his life, so that's unsettling.

However, surprising him even more, Dante moved his body back a little bit, looked deeply into his eyes, and smiled mischievously before playfully answering:

"She said that you want to bounce in my dick soooo muc-...!"

Vergil snapped a hand over his twin sinful mouth and rolled his eyes as he successfully suppressed a pleasant smile.

Good. She didn't tell him anything else. Always loyal to me, as she must be.

Pleased beyond words with that answer, Vergil finally breathed normal again, and put on a blank face to confront his twin's teasing.

"Absolutely not. She didn't say something absurd like that." He answered with a smooth voice, knowing very well that Dante was making this up to ease the atmosphere between them.

"Did so, did so!" Dante tickled Vergil, but now it wasn't a sexual gesture. He tickled him in the belly, and Vergil had to use all his inner strength to contain his laughter.

"Cease this foolishness right now!" He tried to sound stern, but his voice betrayed him and he let a little giggle escape between his lips.

Dante laughed out loud, clearly happy with himself and with his new discoveries. So, Vergil is still as ticklish as he was when they were younger... Good to know!

The older demon, feeling a little guilty for not clearing the truth to his brother (but not enough to actually tell him everything he got wrong from Yamato's message), let his partial trigger and used his tail to encircle Dante's body and detain his arms. With his tail's force, he pulled Dante away from him, switching their places and pinning him flush to the mattress with a lot of strength over his chest. After that, Vergil decided to sit flush over Dante's groin, only to provoke him (and tease Dante's hardness, of course).

Dante could trigger too and escape. He could. But he didn't. He just kept smiling like the complete fool he was. And that melted Vergil's heart more than he would admit.

"Stop doing nonsense behavior! And stop lying. I'm sure Yamato didn't say that." Vergil reprimanded him, and Dante only pouted like a little kid.

Actually, Dante felt like a kid, to be fair. He hasn't been happy like that since... Man, probably since he was eight-years-old, before all the shit happened in his life. The joy he was feeling was so strong that Nero distressed feelings became just an ich in his mind at that moment.

He wouldn't forget about Nero's pain, of course they would have to do something to make the kid happy again. But, for now, Dante wanted a minute to himself and Vergil. They deserve it after everything they suffered. That's why he smiled bright once again, not demonstrating to be uncomfortable with the way Vergil caged him.

"I'm messing with you." he retorted, smiling so much that his eyes closed a little, "She just told me about our bound, and how we need each other, and how you fucking decided to run away from me if Nero bitched about something, because you thought that you are an incompetent father and that I don't want you in my life. Come on, Verg, just give the boy some space. Things will work out. And stop thinking I don't want you here."

"I-..."

"Don't." Dante pleaded, putting his index finger lightly over Vergil's lips and ceasing his speech, "I promise you I'll help you guys figure it out. Blood is stronger than you think. Just look at us now! Who would thought, huh?"

Indeed. Blood is stronger than Dante thinks...

His heart increased its beating once again. Vergil couldn't believe in his luck. Maybe he was dreaming or something, because what Dante insinuated wasn't even a possibility in his mind.

Just to be clear that he wasn't delirious, he quietly asked:

"And what do you mean by 'us', little brother?"

To make things even more surreal to Vergil, Dante blushed under him, like he always had dreamt of.

"Uh... Well, after she babbled all that I understood that you needed me as much as I need you, and that's not something we can control after all, so... fuck it, human morals be damned, it's our nature, isn't it? And I can't let you run away from me. We will deal with Nero and this bond thing together. I got your back, big bro!"

Vergil was, once again, speechless. Dante let his joyful smile melt to somewhat an affectionate one, and simply stared in his twin's eyes for a long time. All the doubt his brother had were gone, Vergil didn't know how Yamato managed this miracle to happen, but she did.

"Is that all she said?" He asked, just to be sure his luck was finally coming back to him.

Dante frowned, not happy with Vergil's reply.

"What? Come on, jerk, I just told you something sweet and you didn't even-..."

"Is that all she said, Dante?" He repeated, not carrying about Dante wanting a heartful reply after opening his heart. He knew how Vergil was, it would be foolish to expect sweet words from him.

Dante sighed as he remembered that Vergil, as cute and sexy he could be sometimes, was still a big jackass.

"Yep. That's all." He answered, struggling a little to get rid of Vergil's tail, "Why? There is more for me to know?"

The older one wondered what he should do. Should he tell Dante the truth? Should he try to restart this new family relationship without any more secrets about the past, even if that could mess everything up?

In the end, Vergil chose to be selfish. Because of course he did.

"I thought she could have told you that you aren't allowed to touch her." he smirked, and Dante's eyes shone with happiness as he noticed his brother was teasing and the serious conversation was finally over, "Just stop messing with my things, Dante. It's an infantile habit, you must drop it already."

"I beg to differ. She was at my bed; therefore, she was at my reach." He mocked.

Vergil scoffed.

"Wrong. She was at my nest."

"Our nest. We are bonded, after all."

At this point, both of them were displaying a radiating posture: Dante, showing a large grin, and Vergil, sprouting a small (but real) smile adorning his lips.

"Can you stop babbling about our bond?" Vergil asked, bringing Dante's body closer to him as he started to purr loudly; not so loudly that Nero would hear, but Dante sure did.

And Dante just winked, knowing that the purr was something a triggered Vergil could never mask. He was content. They both were.

"Only if you shut me up." Dante teased, because of course he did.

And Vergil did shut him up.

With his lips.

... To be continued...

(1) I have no excuses for that quote. I'm just stupid sometimes. Sorry. LOL!

(2) Dante is referring to this paragraph written in Chapter 4: "It wasn't just because of the heat, no. He always wanted to be near Vergil, snuggle Vergil, pass time with Vergil even when his brother was doing something Dante considered boring. Sparda used to tell him that this was normal, because demons don't have twins pregnancies, and since Eva was human and their pregnancy resulted at twins' hybrids, their soul was broken between two bodies. His father once said to him that they would crave each other all their lives, because they should be one and, as a result of the human blood in their lineage, they got two bodies.".

Notes: I have been receiving questions about Vergil's genitalia. So, there you have it, he has a dick. A beautiful dick. LOL! But that's his human form, so... ahem. You'll have to wait and see.

And, of course, I'll eventually explain how the fuck he birthed Nero. Just wait a little bit.

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.

Omegas are usually subjugated and enslaved by alphas' power. The omega who tries to break this cycle, usually end up killed by the alphas.

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 dies.

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, and Dante seems to be less affected by his enchant by each chapter).

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.

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