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When Angels Scream and Devils Cry	By : Demonized Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 1140 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Vergil watches his brother as he sleeps, curled against his side with an arm draped across his abdomen, and his head resting on his chest. Dante is a picture of serenity, and now that Vergil has the time—that his lust and desires for his twin are slaked—he studies Dante's face. There is no doubt that his youth, and likewise Vergil's own, has been restored to him, reverting no further than to when Vergil had raised Temen-ni-gru. Was this a side effect of them acquiring their Sin Triggers? It can't have been from just being in the Underworld. The messiness of how time worked there could only affect so much…and maybe, just maybe that is at least the answer to how they ended up here.
Vergil had been careless and, yes, distracted, but his mishap had turned out to be in their favor. They are home, their parents alive and-
"We shouldn't be down here, Dante."
-there is a set of their much younger selves as well. Curious.
"They smell like us, Verge."
Sparda must have forbidden the younger set of twins from coming and disturbing them, but Dante—be it the one creeping down the hall with his own twin or the one pressed to his side—has always had a nose for trouble. To be fair, Vergil had led—invited—his brother into some of those troubles.
"Mmm, smells like nestlings," his brother purrs out and lifts his head to look up at Vergil. Pale, mercurial blue is replaced by a glowing crimson, his gaze piercing even though he's just woken up. The corners of his mouth twitch upwards with a sultry smile and he languidly stretches, arching into Vergil's side suggestively. He is without compunction, his lovely baby brother, and last night should have been telling enough. Honestly.
"That's because a pair of curious nestlings are currently creeping up the hall when they shouldn't be, baby brother, so behave yourself." It's as if a switch is thrown and his brother sits up, no longer interested in seducing him—which Vergil wouldn't have minded at all were it not for curious little nestlings—and is instead very interested in their younger selves. Is he even aware that it is them? "Do put something on before you go, Dante," Vergil casually remark as Dante moves to leave the bed, making him pause and look back to him, a mischievous glint in his eyes, their color back to normal.
Dante yanks the sheet, the only thing that had survived their night of fucking and lovemaking, off of Vergil with a grin and scrambles off of the bed with it in his grasp. Vergil barely refrains from rolling his eyes as Dante wraps himself in the sheet that thoroughly smells of sex and blood, and swaggers out the door they had left ajar. Brat.
Vergil can't very well let his darling brother go off unattended, even if it is to satiate his curiosity with the nestlings, and climbs out of the bed to follow after him. While it would have been easier to summon his clothes, they are in considerable need of bathing and Dante has left his jeans behind. Those will do just fine for now, since they need washing as well, and being identical in their human forms has its benefits. Vergil pulls on Dante's socks and boots too for good measure then strolls out into the hallway to find Dante crouched down in front of their younger selves.
They can't be any younger than seven, judging by their appearance and their scent, and they're both making faces at the scent coming off of his twin. "Little brother, surely even you are aware of how impolite it is to greet someone while you're dressed in nothing more than a bedsheet and reeking as you are?" Their eyes flick towards Vergil as he approaches, their mouths going agape, while his brother glances at him over his shoulder.
"Those are mine, Vergil." Vergil gives a faint tilt of his head and smirks at his brother's tone, relishing in the way that his gaze sharpens. Behind him, their younger selves look at each other and then back at each of them, no doubt working out precisely who they are. They would have figured it out sooner or later, as it is unlikely that they will be able to return to their own time and will have to stay here.
"Then perhaps you should have put these on instead of wearing the bedsheet, Dante." His twin scowls, all petulance and irritation then looks away with a huff. Vergil slides his gaze to the nestlings, while Dante pouts, and arch a brow. "Tell me, nestlings, are you supposed to be down here?" They both visibly chafe at the way Vergil addresses them, but they at least have the sense to look guilty.
"No, they should not." Sparda's voice has them flinching as he strides down the hall, his gaze cool as they both turn and bolt past him. "Your impatience has consequences, boys," he calls after them, and then his expression smoothes out as he regards them for a moment. "Fresh clothes and bedding will be provided for you. Breakfast is in thirty minutes."
"Sounds like we've got enough time for a quickie, Verge." His twin's tone is bordering on cheeky as he stands up, completely ignoring their father's presence, and he gives Vergil a grin. This is payback for the clothes, Vergil's certain of it, but he will not give Dante the reaction he's seeking. Vergil has no lingering qualms regarding the fact that he desires to be with him, as Dante's opinion is the only one that matters to him.
"Just one, baby brother? If we manage our time properly we should be able to squeeze in another quickie or two." Dante looks properly shocked and interested at the same time while their father has chosen to quietly take his leave. "Tick tock, Dante," Vergil purrs out and turns to head back into the bedroom, smirking as his brother trips over himself to hurry after him. There's no harm in indulging him.
"Who are you and what have you done with my brother?" Vergil pauses to give him an incredulous look at that question because surely he had misheard him. "You just… In front of dad…" He waves a hand, the bedsheet slipping from where he had wrapped it, then gesticulates in the direction their father had taken off.
"Words, Dante, use them." Vergil keeps his tone impassive and watches as the bedsheet slips a little further, devouring the sight of his brother's pale flesh as it's exposed. Just a little more and it will come undone entirely.
"Are you…ogling me?" And thus the bedsheet comes off completely, though it seems to be entirely intentional. Knowing that Dante's watching him, Vergil slowly and purposefully rakes his gaze over his figure before meeting his eyes with a smirk. His brother swallows and flushes a pale pink, arousal pervading his scent.
"Tick tock."
They really should have kept it to two rounds because three was pushing it, and the fourth made them late. Five minutes late. Dante is wholly unconcerned with their tardiness, in fact, he is oozing smugness, and saunters into the dining room ahead of Vergil. At least he's clean and fully dressed, even if he did take the navy blue shirt and left Vergil with the dark red one. He stops just inside the doorway, shock filtering into his scent, and Vergil doesn't even have to look to know why.
"Mom…" Dante breathes the word out, and for a second he smells of overwhelming grief while he quivers almost imperceptibly. The need Vergil feels to console him is profound and he has to restrain himself from following through with doing so, given how recently they had put their past behind them and especially when it concerns their mother.
As if she had heard him, their mother glances at them for a second and starts to continue on with whatever conversation she was having with their father only to falter and truly look at them. "Oh my god…" Her fork clatters as it hits the porcelain plate from a set Vergil recalls her cherishing while she gapes at them. She looks to the nestlings seated at the other end of the table—part of their father's punishment—and then back to them again. "Oh my god!"
"You're late." Sparda regards them coolly, Vergil in particular, and Vergil returns his stare impassively. "I shall test your skills after breakfast." There's no room for argument in his tone, and Vergil had already expected as much to be the consequence for their delayed arrival.
"Very well, father, but should I win the nestlings will be let off of their punishment as well." They look up from their plates, surprised to even be included, towards Vergil and then to their father. "Should I lose, however, I believe that the rule was to double the consequences for all involved." Vergil receives identical looks of horror and terror from the nestlings while his twin, having recovered from his moment, snorts and side-eyes him.
"C'mon, Verge, you gotta up the game a bit if you're gonna go all out. Quadruple the punishment if dad beats you." Dante gives a show of his teeth with his grin, flecks of glowing crimson dancing in mercurial blue for a few seconds, while their father narrows his gaze at the implication that he will lose. If he wishes to up the stakes then Vergil shall let him, but not without him offering something in return.
"And what are you going to put up as an incentive for me to win, little brother?" Vergil casually makes his way over to the table and sits opposite of their mother, knowing it's the spot that Dante would have preferred. Dante gapes after him, temporarily frozen with disbelief, and then does the unthinkable. He calmly walks over and plops onto Vergil's lap sideways with his back towards their father.
Sparda is glaring a hole into the back of his brother's head for his impertinence. The nestlings look like they wish for the floor to open up and swallow them, having been roped into the possibility of further, much harsher punishment that has now increased with his twin's display. Mother, however, is thoroughly amused, a knowing smile curling her lips.
Dante, impetuous brat that he is, cranes his neck to look at their father, irises flashing that glowing crimson, and holds his gaze with a devil-may-care smirk. "Anything you want, bro." He boldly loops an arm around the back of Vergil's neck, making it very clear that he has no intention of moving. Sparda's glare shifts towards Vergil, as if expecting him to reign his brother in, and normally he would have, but it is as if his senses have taken leave of him.
"Anything, Dante?" Vergil stares their father down as he supports his twin with his arm at the small of his back, his hand settling on his hip. "Whatever more could I want when the subject of my desires is literally within my grasp?" Sparda looks fit to explode over their undesirable conduct only for their mother to place a hand over his and she gives it a light squeeze. Vergil can't even read the look that she shares with him, a knowing smile still on her lips, but it calms him considerably.
Dante turns his focus onto Vergil, eyes still a glowing crimson, and his lips pressed into a thoughtful frown. For a second he looks beyond Vergil, his expression shifting to something distant and dreamy, and when he refocuses on Vergil, it is with a dazzling smile. As his brother opens his mouth to give a response to his question there comes an earth-shattering crash from several rooms over. It comes from the ballroom, in fact, and for a few seconds nobody moves. Dante inclines his head a little to sniff at the air a couple of times and then he's very suddenly standing beside Vergil, tugging at his wrist insistently for him to get up. "Our nestling is here!"
Confused as Vergil is by that statement, he acquiesces to his brother's urging and is immediately dragged towards the hallway as soon as he's on his feet. Vergil barely has time to consider what Dante had meant as he continues to pull him towards the ballroom, and the only person he can think of is his son, but Nero couldn't have possibly found a way to follow them. Then there's the fact that his twin had referred to him as their nestling, something that is wholly impossible given that they're both distinctly male…yet Vergil can't even recall the face of Nero's mother.
His memories of that time are disturbingly blank, the gap much larger than he expects. A huge chunk is missing, spanning almost an entire year, but this lapse can't be from having split himself and reforming. He wants to study it closer, but introspection can wait because his brother has dragged him all the way to the ballroom.
Sitting in the middle of said ballroom is a lumbering beast of a van looking no worse for wear, while standing in front of it, in his own Trigger form, is Nero. Dante promptly releases Vergil's wrist and streaks towards him in a blur to tackle him to the ground. The boy sidesteps the attempt neatly, spectral wings moving to lash out at what he has perceived to be an attack. Without even thinking Vergil teleports between Nero and his brother and catches both of the wings bare-handed with a low, snarling growl. "Do not attack your mother, nestling."
It takes a moment for Vergil to register his own words while Nero just stares at him, mouth agape as he tries to process his statement. His gaze flicks from Vergil to Dante and then back, disbelief clearly written on his face, and then he looks between them again. Meanwhile pain, white-hot and crippling, blossoms in the back of Vergil's head at the base of his skull. He lets go of the clawed wings and takes a staggering step backward as he grasps at his head with a hiss, his vision blurring. Arms wrap around him from behind, keeping him from dropping, and his twin gives a low whine that sounds like it's coming from a far off distance. There's a rushing sound starting to drown everything out and then-
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