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Half God Half Devil	By : Demonized Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 1194 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Never would Vergil have ever thought he would see his twin, who had cleaved so tightly to his humanity, partake in something that is distinctly demonic. It is shocking, almost unbelievable, and Vergil can't help but stare after Dante as he leaves the bedroom to put the blood away. Vergil also can't help but picture the way Dante's expression had twisted with anger as he had made his irrefutable accusation. The underlying hurt marked with something more, something buried deep within. Something that Vergil had indelibly caused by his leaving.
Vergil can't even begin to fathom what else there might be to have caused those feelings in his brother and Vergil doesn't even have long to dwell on it. Dante reappears, a wan smile on his lips that fails to cover up what has already been exposed to Vergil. Dante approaches him, barely making a sound as he walks, and pulls Vergil onto his feet. Vergil is steadier than before, the blood cocktail having helped at least a little, but Dante slings an arm around Vergil to take on the brunt of his weight.
"Seems like the blood did something for ya," his twin notes as he guides Vergil across the bedroom to another door that, when opened, reveals a surprisingly tidy and clean bathroom. Dante's scent hangs thicker here than it does in his bedroom, a sweet, cinnamony musk that stirs Vergil's instincts and his blood even in his weakened state. "Just lemme know when ya want more. Got enough to hold ya over for a bit."
"How, exactly, did you manage to acquire the human blood?" A cooler filled to the brim with it, no less. Dante doesn't even meet his eyes at the question, head tilted down so that his hair hangs in his eyes while he steers Vergil across the chilly tile floor to the tub. He seems intent on avoiding giving an answer, the lines of his body going rigid. "Dante."
"Don't worry 'bout how I got it. Just worry 'bout gettin' better." He lets go of Vergil long enough to plug up the tub and turn on the hot water before he busies himself with removing Vergil's clothes. His twin is intent on doing all of it by himself, batting Vergil's hands away the instant he tries to aid Dante, all while keeping his gaze downcast.
It is probably for the best that Vergil lets him assume control over everything involving his care. Vergil does not want to, letting Dante have complete control over him rankles him in a way that makes him want to lash out, but Dante is not Mundus. He had freed Vergil from that demon's control, from the daily torment that had been visited upon him, and Dante only wants to help. So Vergil swallows down the urge to claw at Dante, to bite him and make him submit to him, and Vergil lets him help.
"We'll probably have to burn these," Dante murmurs as he deftly undoes the fastenings of Vergil's vest and slides it off of his shoulders. It lands half pooled around Vergil's feet and is quickly joined by his pants. His gloves are very nearly an afterthought, though they don't join the pile on the floor. How curious, for Dante to set aside his gloves as if there might be some purpose in keeping them. "You can wear somethin' of mine 'til we can get you new clothes."
Wearing something that Dante has worn, something steeped in his scent, is incredibly appealing, enough so that Vergil almost wants to tell him to not bother with getting him something new. Vergil is in no position to make demands, however, so he will let Dante does as he sees fit. This is also part of letting Dante care for him, another aspect of control that Vergil has already decided to yield to him. There is one thing, however… "What became of my coat?" It is the one thing Vergil had already been stripped of when he had awoken and he hadn't seen it in Dante's bedroom.
"Gonna try an' see if I can salvage it." Vergil finds it touching that the one thing Dante would try to save is his coat when it honestly should join what is to be burned. Vergil doesn't expect him to give a reason why and trying to pry anything out of him is proving difficult. So Vergil lets the point lapse as Dante checks the water level in the tub before shutting the water off. "Let's get you in that tub now."
The water is hot, scalding if the curls of steam rising from its surface is anything to go by, but Vergil sinks into it with Dante's aid. He hardly waits for Vergil to adjust to the temperature, immediately reaching for the washcloth and soap. Vergil can't suppress the flinch nor the soft hiss he gives as Dante brings the hot, soaked rag across his chest.
"Sorry," Dante says it quietly as he withdraws the washcloth momentarily, letting it cool before he starts washing Vergil. He is gentle, keeping the touch of the cloth light while his mouth twists into a faint frown. "I shouldn't have made the water so hot."
"It's fine as it is." Weakened as Vergil is, the temperature is just at the edge of tolerable and unbearable. He's already adjusted to it now, however, the heat sinking into his body and making him realize how cold he had been prior. "It feels nice."
"I'm glad." Dante's voice is still subdued, still quiet, but he manages a faint smile. One that doesn't quite reach his eyes. Vergil can't stand the sight of these empty smiles on his brother's face.
"What did I do that hurt you so much?" There has to be more to it than just the fact that Vergil had left and judging from how quickly Dante's expression goes carefully blank he's almost certain of it.
"You…" Even with his expression woefully blank Vergil can acutely feel the pain rolling off of him. It runs deep, deeper than he can fathom, and Vergil hates that he is the cause of that pain. "Don't worry about it anymore. It's all in the past."
Even though Vergil had expected such an answer from Dante, he is still displeased by it. Pressing further won't yield anything except more of this closed-off-ness from Dante. Besides, he had already answered Vergil's question earlier. He hadn't stuck around. He can only guess that something terrible had happened after he had left Dante in the way that he had at Temen-ni-gru, not when Dante had struck him down at Mallet. It is the only thing that makes the most sense.
"Lemme get your hair and then you're all done." Vergil lets Dante ease him back to wet his hair, his eyes closing with a soft, involuntary purr as Dante's fingers card through it. He spends several minutes massaging the shampoo into Vergil's hair and scalp, the quiet in the bathroom broken by Vergil's purrs and the occasional sloshing of the water.
Vergil hasn't felt so at peace since they were both eight years old, Dante's presence and touch granting him a sense of safety that has eluded him for the past thirty-five years. He only wishes that he could perhaps do the same for Dante, to heal whatever pain he has caused and give Dante that same sense of peace and safety. To be able to do so Vergil needs actual answers, ones that Dante may never provide him with. If he won't then the woman might.
"C'mon, Verge, time to rinse," Dante finally says as he withdraws his fingers from Vergil's hair. Dante eases him back down and carefully rinses the shampoo lather out, Dante's expression slowly becoming pensive. After he's done and he's helped Vergil sit back up he pauses, his lower lip pulled between his teeth. He looks caught on the edge of wanting to say something, his gaze skittering away from Vergil as he seems to try to work up enough courage to give voice to whatever it might be. "I know you want answers…and that you won't stop until you get those answers. This probably sounds silly cuz it's been twenty-four years, but I need time. Not a whole lot, just a few weeks to get myself sorted out."
Going behind his back is probably the worst thing Vergil can do when Dante seems to be willing to talk, to give him the answers he wants. Vergil puts the notion out of his head and clasps a hand around one of his. Dante doesn't expect it, giving a slight start at the touch, but he doesn't pull away either. "I will wait for however long it takes, Dante."
His brother gives a bitter and broken laugh, his hand tightening around Vergil's. "'fraid I won't get as long as I'd like but you have a right to know, so I'll try not to take too long." He pulls his hand free then reaches into the tub and unseals the drain. "Now let's get you dried off and into something warm."
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