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Fire and Ice	By : Ginae_Evans Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 6391 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Aw, c'mon Verge! I just wanna mess with her a little."
"What was it you said to me? Something like, 'keep your hands, and everything else, to yourself'? Why shouldn't you be under the same instructions? Especially since you're the one who gave your word that you wouldn't touch her?"
"But she's such a little cutie! Can't I just play with her a lil' bit? No fucking, just a little kissing and licking and-"
Vergil cleared his throat and straightened his collar, brows raised. "No, Dante. Leave her be. Her mother just died. Surely you know what that's like?"
Dante stiffened and a slight frown appeared on his face. "Yeah," he replied after a moment. "I guess I do."
"I thought as much." Vergil replied, running a hand through his hair. "Now, I shall most likely be returning sometime this evening. Should I be any later, however, you are to stay with her until I-"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I get it. No worries, bro. I'll keep her whole. But, might I say, that your concern is just so touching. Why, I declare that you just might like her a tad. Maybe it's her pretty little ass or those long, gorgeous legs of hers. You always were a leg man, weren't you. I mean, you're always staring at Lady's legs, not that I blame you. They're very tasty. Speaking of which, you better hope she never catches you or-"
"Shut-up."
Dante pranced back a few paces, hands up in a surrendering gesture, "Ok, ok, bro. She's all yours. I give you my word."
Patience quickly ebbing, Vergil slashes both of Dante's open palms with Yamato. "Don't be ridiculous. I am under contract to keep her alive and unharmed. Nothing more."
The red twin clapped his elder on the back and grinned, "Yeah, Verge. I get it. Like I said: no worries. I'll keep the little lady safe. Go do whatever it is that you need to do."
Vergil arches a brow at his younger sibling and tightens his mouth. He seemed to be rather reluctant to leave. "Make sure she eats. She has refused meals since she learned of her mother, and I need her to remain healthy in order to-"
"Bro, I got this. Go. She'll be fine. I swear. I managed to make sure Patty grew up safe and sound, right?" Dante holds his right hand up and lays his left over his heart.
You were eavesdropping in the next room, your cheeks as red as cherries. After everything that had happened to you, Vergil was actually going to be leaving you alone with his perverted younger brother. Granted, he was just as handsome, but you were just not in the mood to flirt. At all. Besides, you were actually making decent progress on one of your assignments. Maybe, just maybe, you wouldn't fail after all.
"Hey babe. There you are."
You glance up from the monitor and observe Dante leaning against the door frame, grinning at you. Offering him a half-smile, you nod politely and return to your homework.
"I heard you've been havin' a rough time of it lately." He saunters over and takes a seat next to you. "Need a shoulder to cry on? I bet my brother hasn't offered. Just a feeling I get."
"That's nice of you, but I got all my crying done already. Now, I'm just trying to keep occupied." Nevertheless, your computer screen begins to blur with unshed tears.
Dante stares at you for a minute, then nods. "Gotcha." Silence for a moment, then he jumps to his feet suddenly.
Startled, you watch as he trots out of the room. "Be right back," he calls over his shoulder.
"Oooook," you murmur, shaking your head a bit.
Several minutes later, you'd just about wrapped up a paragraph when he returns. "Hey babe, know what's fun?"
"Hm?" You glance up.
"Alcohol," Dante grins and holds up a couple of six packs.

An hour or so later, you were sitting upside down on the sofa with your legs dangling over the back. You were laughing hysterically, both from the beer and also from the stories he'd been regaling you with from his and Vergil's childhood.
"S-stop, stop...p-pl-please! My s-st-stomach..!" You beg, holding your belly.
"But this is the best part! So then I come up the stairs, right? And when I walk into our room, Verge is in front of the mirror, practicing that Stare of Death thing he's got going on. No wonder he's so good at it now. Hah! He got really mad at me that day, beat the crap outta me," Dante finishes casually, taking a long swig.
"He was practicing?"
He nods enthusiastically. "Totally busted him on it. There was this other time, too, where mom caught him in the pantry eating all the marshmallows."
Now, your laughter was practically silent. Your whole body heaved with it.
"Yep. He's always had a thing for marshmallows. Won't admit it now, though. Says he don't like sweets. Liar. Also? Bacon. Show Verge some bacon and he'll do just about anything for it. Mhm. Even ol' Mr. Stick Up His Ass has his weaknesses."
"Anymore?" You ask, interested. It might be useful to know what Vergil likes.
"Uhm, well he likes a good fight but you probably already know that. He likes to read too. All. The. Time. And, uh, ya know? I think he might be uneasy around women. Or maybe he just reproduces by budding. Hmm," Dante scratches his chin with a pondering expression.
"Have you two always fought with one another?" You ask, smiling. You are feeling pleasantly drunk and uncaring about anything for the first time since you'd arrived. Dante has actually been very enjoyable company.
He nods, draining the rest of his bottle. "Yeah. It's the Devil blood in us. Gotta sate the beast ya know."
You take another thoughtful sip of yours and watch him for a moment. Idly, you wondered if he'd be more open to questions than Vergil had been. He certainly seemed a lot friendlier.
"Somethin' on your mind, babe?" Dante reaches over to grab another beer.
"There's a lot on my mind right now."
"Anything in particular?" This time, he drains the entire bottle in one drink.
You watch, eyes widening slightly. He chuckles and tosses you a wink. The alcohol made you bold and you swing your legs over to sit up properly. "Do you guys, like, transform or something? Being mixed I mean?"
"Yep. It's called 'Triggering'. Verge's better at it than me, though. He likes his Devil side better than his human one. Dumbass." Dante shook his head and scoffs.
"Is, uhm.. Should I be worried about him?" You venture hesitantly.
"Whatcha mean?" He shoots you a quizzical look, one brow raised.
"Well, I guess, what I mean to ask is; is he dangerous?" You rub your arms nervously.
"Definitely." He replies, leaning back comfortably. "But he won't hurt you. He gave me his word a long time ago that he wouldn't kill humans anymore."
Somehow, that didn't exactly comfort you.
"Besides," he went on, stretching an arm to rest behind you. "He's taken a shine to you."
You direct a pointed look at his offending arm and he chuckles. "How can you possibly say that?" You retort, shaking your head incredulously. "Just this morning he told me he'd take my eyes and add them to his collection if I rolled them anymore."
"He still has that stupid collection? What a nerd." Dante shook his head in mock pity.
"Wait. He actually has an eye collec-"
The red twin nods and chuckles again, "Yeah. He had a lot of strange habits when he was younger. Had cow eyes and goat eyes and stuff. All labeled scientifically in jars. Bugs too. And other creepy-crawlies."
You can only stare, unbelieving.
"Anyhow," he went on, "I can tell he likes you. Or, at the very least, doesn't hate you."
"Oh? He has a strange way of showing it."
"Yeah, that's just his way. But, just the way he explicitly told me to keep my hands off you earlier tells me a whole lot."
You arch a brow.
Dante nods, "Uh-huh. Usually, Verge doesn't give a shit what I touch, unless it's his. Then it's always, and I quote."
At this point, he sweeps his hand through his hair and holds it up off of his face. His expression goes cold as do his eyes. In essence, he becomes Vergil. A chill runs through you. They may be twins but they certainly don't look alike.
When he spoke, though, it was even stranger. His tone was an octave lower, blunt and icy, "'Keep your hands off of my possessions, Dante. You'll get your filth on them.'"
You stare at him, eyes wide. For a moment, he keeps up the persona, then he smiles and lets his hair fall back down. The illusion is shattered.
"That was really, really scary. Don't ever do it again." You tell him.
He gives you an appreciative laugh and nods, "I'll take that as a compliment. Anyhow babe, I wouldn't fret about Vergil of all people. He's the one helping you. You should concentrate on actual threats. Here, have another." Dante tosses you a bottle.
Surprised, you mange to catch it. Normally, you're not much of a drinker, but today you just didn't give much of a shit. Popping the top off, you take a long, refreshing drink. Dante watches you with a small smirk before he gives a start. "That actually reminds me. Hold on another sec."
Again, you watch as he hurries from the room. What a weirdo. Shaking your head, you take another drink. You're now bordering on drunk rather than just buzzed. He returns several swigs later. You give him a goofy grin.
"Where'd you go?" Your speech is slightly slurred.
Dante narrows his eyes at you and smiles, "You, my dear, are soused. Good and proper. Also, I was in Verge's room, rearranging all his stuff. He likes it."
Your expression becomes fearful, "He'll think that I did it! He told me that if I go into his room-"
"Hey, hey, hey. Chill babe. I do this to him all the time. You're cool." Dante holds his right hand over his heart and flops down next to you again.
Sighing, you lean against him, grateful for some warmth. After a moment, he sneaks an arm around you again. You're very drowsy and soon your eyes begin to droop shut. Dante glances down and grins regretfully. Too bad he'd given Vergil his word, you looked like a lot of fun. Briefly, he imagined what it might be like to coax some sweet moans out of that proper little mouth of yours. He almost took a peek down the front of your dress, then stopped himself. On his word, he was to be a gentleman tonight. Lifting you in his arms, he carried you to your room and laid you in bed.

Hours later, you wake up with a start. You sit up quickly, your head still spinning. It was dark and you had no idea what time it was. You listen for a moment; total silence. Had Dante left? Was Vergil back yet? Were you all alone? Your breathing picks up slightly.
Then, faintly, you hear the front door open. Leaping out of bed, your hurry down the hall.
Vergil walks in and peers around. The house was dark and silent. Frowning, he heads straight towards your room and nearly collides with you in the hallway.
"Oh!" You grin up at him, a bit dazed. "It's Vergil! Yay! Welcome home, Vergil." Latching onto him, you wrap your arms around his middle in a huge bear hug, giddy with relief.
"What is the matter with you? Where is Dante?" He asks, annoyed, attempting to untangle himself from your arms.
"Uhm. I don't know. He was here earlier." Blinking, your expression reveals confusion and you begin to look around.
"Over here, bro," a sleepy voice calls.
Both of you turn your heads to see Dante's face peering at you two from behind the couch. Apparently, he'd been sleeping on the floor.
"Oh, there he is!" You point and snicker. "What are you doing on the floor, Dante?"
"Passed out, I guess. Got bored after you fell asleep -you're a total lightweight, by the way- and finished off the beer." He replied, a daffy grin on his face.
"You got her drunk?" Vergil demands. He takes your chin in his hand and peers into your eyes. "You did. What did I tell you before I left?" He turns to glare at his younger brother.
"Naw, naw, naw," Dante replies, climbing to his feet unsteadily. "You tole' me no hanky-panky, you never said nothin' about no drinking."
"I need her to have her wits about her, Dante. I can't have her being a drunken idiot-"
"Hey!" You cry, insulted.
He turns toward you, frowning. "Silence. Go sleep it off, human. We'll discuss this tomorrow."
You slink off unhappily to your room.
"Aw, lay off, Verge. She deserves to have a little fun, doesn't she?" Dante slings an arm around his twin and leans heavily against him.
"Get off of me, you buffoon!" Vergil shoves him away and Dante goes sailing to the floor.
"...Ow..."
From the hallway, you begin to giggle. Vergil whips his head around to glare at you again. "Go to bed. Now. Before I tie you to it myself."
"Told you he wants in your pants, babe," Dante calls from the ground.
Laughing, you scuttle to your room and lock the door behind you.
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