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Unedited Scenes Part Deux/ Originally chapters 1 thru 16

Unedited Scenes: Part 2

Trish’s POV:

 

So you all thought I’d be rid of eh? The sounds of music, Capcom’s Showtime blasting in the background were making such a noise that I couldn’t even hear myself talk to you all. Yes, my lively audience, I’m back, and this time times have changed and I’m out for revenge! So get ready, demon hunters because I’m ready to kick your ass faster than Jackie Chan gets himself a new movie and moves. Just a minute while I get myself ready here.

 

end POV

 

The blonde wonder is back folks and you really didn't think that she'd go off and die so easily did you? Sure she's back with Mundus in the Underworld, whacking him off every now and then to soothe his bruised ego. It was a good thing he wasn't too angry to see Trish back after all the betrayal she had put him through. He was more concerned in his pride that was staunched most unexpectedly from the twin who turned good. What was worse was that Vergil, of all his soldiering minions, the general of his army, went and joined ranks with his brother! It was enough to put a Demon Lord's ego into his place and sniffling little tears away when other demons like Phantom and Griffon were sent away.

 

Trish's return to the Underworld was a bit unexpected as well, at least this soon. Mundus looked at her as she walked into the surrounding cavern full of throbbing vein like the insides of a stomach. Red and bulbous, puffy and indigested, a little like Sponge Bob but not so happy faced, showing more red than yellow. In fact, everything down under is red, and that's not Australia we're talking about. One should admire the way Dante wore red as a way of Camouflaging in the background. Very good tactic, Private Corporal Dante.

 

"TRISH", He voiced out the words as if they were a mere whisper, which is interesting because Mundus's pieces were all over the place. "What are you doing back so soon?"

 

"What's the matter? You miss me?", She had her Wrigley’s chewing gum in her leather fire proof back pocket and had pulled it out, offering the former dark lord a piece of gum. Mundus refused, shaking his cracked marbled head, "Nah, sticks on the roof of my mouth."'

 

"Listen, I need your help. To get revenge on Dante and Vergil and I know you'd be happy for the opportunity" She leaned over and flecked away a piece of lint from his face. "You haven't been keeping yourself tip top shape as you used to be, Mundus baby."

 

Mundus gave her a glaring look. “I’ll help you but I don't know how. If I may remind you, I got my ass whooped last time Dante decided to make his rounds around here."

 

Trish gave him a snooty look and crossed her arms. Then with unladylike grace pointed her finger in his nose, poking it there with emphasis as she worded out each syllable:

"And it's YOUR fault too because if it weren't for YOU, I wouldn't be in this predicament." Leaning back, her gum popped in her face, sticking to the sides of her lovely face and she reached up and pulled it off with her finger, twirling it around like a piece of sticky taffy. Mundus watched with fascination and lust.

 

"Ahhh, Trish, you haven't lost your touch."

 

"Keep your salivated mouth to yourself, ugly dude, because you're NOT getting any. I just wanted assistant and wouldn't it be lovely to finally get revenge on the two Sparda brothers"

 

They both laughed, a harsh loud evil laugh that ricocheted across the Undergrounds barren walls, breathing with unsuppressed dark life, ready to spring up anytime. The walls breathed in and out with that life. Their revenge was absorbed and the creatures of the night felt a new fledging of hope that the darkness will prevail again!

 

 

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Dante and Vergil:

 

“HAH!” Dante dropped two Aces down on the wooden table with a resounding snap. “I won again, bro. And you owe me a pizza, no make that two!”

 

“Greedy little shit.” Vergil mumbled. “I think you cheated.” Both brothers looked at each other across the rectangular cedar table.

 

The noise of the church bells outside their home rung twelve times and midnight always brings a sense of excitement to the Sparda bloodline. They’ve entirely given up on groping each other. They’ve decided that they’d find a woman who would be suitable enough to bear their babies and so far, they’ve managed to capture several ladies a night, exhausting them to the point of their limits, sending them home in the wee hours of the morning with soreness between their legs that they could barely walk. Dante was the rough one and with a fireball of compact energy, he could lift the girls, sometimes two or three of them at a time, around his shoulders and get them a cab.

 

"Alright, ladies, that was so much fun, we should do it again" A huge grin plastered across his face as he slapped his hand around a young ladys bum, making her wince as her long hair swung below his backside. Her face upside down, giving her a pleasant view of his bum was enough to give her more energy to go another round. But was she ready for round 2? Then she felt the soreness of her womanhood and sighed. Good sense prevailed for once in her life, so she must take a rain check or she'd end up in the hospital, or the gynecologist.

 

She giggled, while her friend on the other side was out cold. And she was the lusty looking one with the big tits and shapely body. Those are the ones who usually conk out after a few romps but not her. Not little Kylie with her small perky breasts and tiny body, she was full of energy and delighted as she was that Dante could last all night with two girls, she couldn’t keep up in the end.

 

Giggling again, she whispered, “Yes, please, Mister Dante. I’d love to! Although I don’t think my friend here could take another round of your loving. Maybe I’ll come alone.”

 

Dante shook his head and chuckled. He only replied with another smack on her bum before setting her down, “First you get some rest, okay little girl?” He deposited them both into the cab and gave the driver some cash. “Take them to this address and this should cover it.”

 

Vergil on the other hand, likes to indulge in one on one. One girl at a time he says, that way he can concentrate his efforts on sending the young lady in question a most enlightening and delightful evening. Ever the gentleman that Vergil, Dante chuckled with a bit of brotherly love.

 

His immaculate and impeccable brother had a beautiful brunette in his arms as he called his own cab. She was still as a night. Dante looked her over before Vergil set her down in the cab.

 

Dante had a worried look when he looked over his brothers shoulder at the girl, "Uh, bro, is she alive?"

 

"Of course she is, she is just a little worn out." then gave the cab driver some money, giving the lifeless girl another look, "Adieu and farewell, my sweet." he kissed his fingers and placed them on her unmoving lips. Her eyes glazed over like a tombless mummy.

 

Dante hit him on the shoulder, very guy like between them, then they hit each other back and forth as if they were going to do some serious fighting that the cab driver got a little frightened, drove off quick as a bat out of hell. Dante then had him under a head lock, ruffled his brothers silver locks in a criss cross pattern, mussing up Vergil's beautifully set do out of place.

 

"You'll pay for that" Vergil breathed harshly, his chest rising and falling, Dante knew his brothers nit picky ways for wanting to keep his hair in place and it was ever more pleasurable to mess it up in a ball.

 

Sometimes, when they’re tired of having women over and waiting for the results of which women would bear their child, they’d play a game of cards or indulge in monopoly or get with some Twister only to exercise their muscles to a nice easy stretch. Sure beats Yoga lessons.

 

Now back to the game at hand, to the current situation. Dante and Vergil were having a face off, one accusing the other of cheating. It was a usual parry between them. No one really wins, but the challenges were all the more sweet because of it. Little did they know that there was a certain blonde bombshell that possessed the face and body of their beloved departed mother, still alive and still plotting revengeful plans of her own? How she managed to get her head back into place is a mystery isn’t it? Well you’ll see how she got it back. Demons don’t die so easily do they?

 

Now in the present day, in that semi-romantic, semi-dark corner of their world, inside the place where they resided, two brothers that were almost alike in everything but personalities, playing cards and Dante, this time around won, by default or by luck.

The younger brother smirked, “Cheated you say? Look whose talking, smart ass."

 

"Want to..." Vergil's whispered answer in the vast open room, rang like a drop of a long awaited water in the dry desert, ready to consume them both, "Wrassle" and ending it with a lift of his white brow, as if challenging and teasing at the same.

 

Dante gave him the finger and smirked.

 

“Ohhhh the finger.” He blew him a raspberry kiss. “I’m so all over you.”

 

“You wish.”

 

 

The two of them continued on like that, teasing, playing, cracking dumb jokes at each other, like children in grown up suits. Anyone could see they were obviously very fond of one another. But tonight, after a game of cards, Dante pressed it further, wanting to touch buttons where Vergil is concerned,

 

“I saw that pretty brunette you had the other day.”

 

He took a swig from his beer bottle, setting it back down and wiping his mouth quickly with the back of his hand, and watched his brother’s disinterested face as he shuffled the cards securely back in place. Dante pressed the issue further, leaning closer to whisper,

 

“She came on to me.”

 

Vergil paused a little; his eyes squinted at him, and then rasped out, his jaw line indicating a slight tick.

 

“I trust you didn’t go and take her little offer did you?”

 

The other grinned, “What does it matter if she came on to me and I gave her what she wanted?”

 

“Might I remind you, oh dear brother of mine that we are suppose to be on a mission here. And not one that requires you to take down a ten foot demon or a many headed monster about to eat you for supper?”

 

His brother’s voice cutting into him, Dante stood up, folded his arms and shook his head, “Nah, why don’t we just share? Shit, it isn’t like our donation isn’t anything near alike.”

 

The sarcasm wasn’t missed and Vergil smirked at him,

 

“So if the girl finally gets pregnant than what? You would assume that she’d have my child or yours? And does that matter?” then with sinew grace, stood up abruptly, facing his brother nose to nose, yelled out,

 

“NO! You can’t have the women I choose and that’s that!”

 

“You used to want to share.” Dante pouted back.

 

Vergil sat back down and adjusted his jacket, “I’m feeling a little agitated this evening, and there aren’t any women around.”

 

With that said, the two of them looked at each other again, but this time with a little underlying sexual tension, then they both went,

 

“Naaaaww.”

 

Dante finished the last of his beer and teased, “You assumed that I took her to bed when I hadn’t even mentioned anything past that.”

 

“With you, dear brother, you couldn’t turn down a delectable offer unless it had to do with demon bitches, Trish a la mode, and even THAT you had a difficult time holding the fort at your end.”

 

Then Vergil added with a derisive hypocritical snort, “At least I had the good grace to turn her down, you couldn’t hold down your sudden impulse to be randy.” He turned away from his brother as if he couldn’t look at him in the face with a bald face lie. Even this irked at him. When was the last time he ever felt like being such a good guy anyway?

 

Dante wasn’t fooled one bit and laughed out loud,

 

“Didn’t you give her a lesson in auto mechanics by the way?” the laughter deep in this throat and the knowing spar in the flinty steel of his eyes."Now that's what I call a crash course; full throttle in overdrive, slam bam, thank you ma'am."

 

His twin’s self same glint steel eyes looked up at him, leaned back on the chair, hands carefully folded together,

 

“I suppose nothing is sacred around here. And what of you? You were itching for her before she even walked back into the house. If there’s one thing you’ve lacked, is a lesson in control.”

 

And with added satisfaction, snorted out, “If I hadn’t come along you’d have been fried into crispy barbeque wings. Marinated and well done. Considering you hadn’t even started DT’ing before I managed to get her megalomaniac attention off of you.”

 

Giving him a smirk, Dante gave him a mocked salute with his one hand, then bowed with pretended grace,

 

“That’s right. I’ve always wanted to be like my tight assed brother, all work and no play. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to go into the other room and look for something that will make me lose more control. Like a good strong bottle of Johnny’s pair of legs.”

 

“Uh hum.” Coughing, “Still into a little guy action?” Vergil coughed loudly into his hands.

 

“Not even if you pay me in cold hard cash.”

 

“Heavens, the world’s bad ass half devil, a la man slut has completely gone hetero-A-sexual.”

 

"You, brother, have never complained before." giving him a sly wink.

 

Vergil's white sleek brows came together, "And WHY is it now that we're experimenting on girls again?" He rubbed his chin, "Ah yes, because we want to create more little Sparda babies for our little collection. It pains me so much to have to go through long enduring nights with these girls. Indulging them to the point of exhaustion. What sacrifices we must make."

 

Looking unabashed and innocent, the other half devil laughed with a mischievous glint; "Seriously? I thought it was because of the mission? And you're right...it's not so enjoyable...is it?"

 

They both chuckled at that. Their perverted minds went directly to the last girls they were entertaining.

 

"Why are girls so eager to jump into bed with us?. Have you figured that out?"

 

They laughed again. Then shook their heads at the irony of life. Endowed with good looks, powerful strength and charm, it is not a wonder why these two hadn't gotten a bit spoilt. Perhaps it was because Trish groveled constantly under their feet. Maybe just maybe, beyond the call and duty of their loving and generous mother, there replaced a woman with tight, shiny black leather and fem bot boobs, which defied the innocence of their predecessor's original beauty. And she was not the type who allowed the half devils any rest from her constant horny self.

 

Walking over to the kitchen, the empty bottle of beer went right into the trash bin, and the devil hunter opened the fridge to extract another,

 

“Want one, Vergil?”

 

“If you have something a little stronger, that will do.”

 

Just then they heard a crash outside their building, Vergil’s acute senses turned to the direction of the noise and Dante was right behind him, already cocked a gun that remained by his side, even when he slept. His favorite Ebony at his side, while Ivory sits close by.

 

Vergil raised his finger up to his lips to indicate that silence would be the best answer for this little intruder, for although human ears would sense the noise of a bike and dumpsters, they could hear voices mingled underneath the racket.

 

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 Melinnia The Demon Bombshell

 

The boys eased their way slowly around the bend of the wall, where it connected to the back door in the kitchen. Dante looked like a police agent with his hands up against his chest, his head turned at the direction of the noise. His legs slightly bent and glint steel eyes darted around cautiously. His brother Vergil took a double take at him and whispered loudly,

 

“What are you? Sherlock Holmes of the N.Y. police dept?” and then he realized what they were doing, “Why in the bloody hell are we doing this? We’re half devils! SPARDAS for fucks sake! We don’t go skulking around in hallways and sidling up against walls even if there’s a minion of demons outside.”

 

Dante straightened, gave his aggravated brother a half shrug and a sheepish smile,

 

“I rather like pretending that I’m fully human and a detective about to sneak up on his prey.”

 

Vergil felt like smacking him one but walked purposely towards the offending noise moments before.

 

“This better be good to interrupt our little chinwag this evening.”

 

“Ooooo, a word hardly ever used these days;- chinwag.” His brother teased and smirked. Vergil had already pulled opened the door and walked out ready to take on whatever poor soul ventured out in their territory. Dante decided he’d sit back and let his brother take care of things while he went back to what he was doing; getting himself another cold brewsky.

 

Then later, if he was able after a few rounds of cards or poker, whichever, he’d treat himself to a night on one-on-one wanking off endlessly at a few girlie magazines that happened to find themselves into their mailbox. Vergil’s subscription to Time magazine, Forbes, and other boring mundane business journals made Dante yawn. At least he was a subscriber to Demonic Daily, and that had some interesting articles. It isn’t as if he couldn’t focus on things like that, but rather, he found the whole ambitiousness of mankind rather dull and well, disinteresting for the whole part. He was a fast reader and could absorb many issues while glancing at them. Though for the life of him, the indulgence of pretty women in different shapes of mammaries, small waists, and round behinds gave his baser senses a time of his life.

 

Just thinking about it gave him another one of those woodys that couldn’t be mistaken as part of the maple family. If need be, at least the mighty oak species and that thought made him chuckle to himself because he had plenty of sap. This is why the Sports illustrated were such a big hit. They weren’t all looking for the scores.

 

Vergil walked back in, but he wasn’t alone, “Well well well, look what we’ve got here. A little intruder in our midst.”

 

He had his hand at the back of the young woman’s jacket, pushing her not so gently along. She was not the shy kind it seemed and her scent aroused another kind of apprehension to the two half devils.

 

“A demon.” Vergil sneered at her. “Another bloody demon come to pay us a visit. Now just because you’ve disguised yourself as this little pretty thing doesn’t mean we’re going to take it easy on you.” Then he moved closer, whispering darkly at her ear,

 

“Although we’ll definitely make sure we’ll have our little fun before we send you off to where you came from.”

 

The demon girl smirked with defiance, her hair a bright red collage of sunsets and the body she possessed was a delectable vision. Still, the boys have seen her kind before; horny, always wanting more, and one of the best kind of romps they’ve always had. If it weren’t for Vergil’s control, Dante would have sent the demoness bitch who glared at them with that combination of defiance and lust, out the door or inside his bedroom for days. Whichever,it suited him either way.

 

“I’m only here to give you a message. And be forewarned, devil hunters. Your time will come when you will beg for forgiveness!”

 

her words spat out with tough vengeance but they went unheeded as Vergil traced her pale skin with his lean strong fingers.

 

“What say we have a little fun with her?”

 

“If you’re going to rape me, then be done with it! You both are obviously unsuccessfully unsatisfied with human females. I can give you both what you need.”

 

She said a little too hurriedly and with a bit of excitement in her voice. The thought of rape was exciting to demon bitches like her. I mean, what’d you expect? An angel?

 

“We’re NOT going to rape you. We don’t do that sort of thing. In fact, we’ll have you begging for us, little bitch.” Vergil’s face closed in on her, his lips inches from her own. The girl was agitated with a longing that even her own control snapped; she jumped on Vergil with both legs over his waist, not surprising the manageable half devil, he lightly embraced her waist. “Uh uh, sweetling, not too fast.”

 

Looking over at his brother, they gave each other a sort of knowing look.

 

Dante reached for her, sandwiching the demoness between himself and his brother, whispering against her ear,

 

“I didn’t catch your name.”

 

“My-my name?” she gasped aloud stupidly. She didn’t realize how irresistible they were to her. From the accounts she’s heard from other female demons, the ones who’ve managed to tangle with Vergil, it was with such exaggeration that she felt they were untrue. Now, with bated breath she was going to witness not only one luscious silver haired half breed, but TWO! The emotions inside her went hog wild and insane that she wiggled uncontrollably against them.

 

Vergil gritted his teeth, and in his head he thought of how he despised most demon bitches, because they were mostly cruel and vicious. He only tolerated Trish because she looked like his mother, even to the point of wanting to go back to his childhood, entering her again and again till he felt like a baby. But this little number was going to get it and the look he gave his brother told him that they were ready.

 

“Yes, your name. Unless you just want to be a nameless little bitch in the underworld that took a sweet dive between the Sparda boys?”

 

He hadn’t met a demon girl who was out for vengeance and blood yet, but maybe one of these days he might in the mean time, this one, this girl in his arms would kill them if she knew how. But playing with her would prove to be highly entertaining, at least for a little while.

 

“It-it’s it’s, it’s Melinnia.” Then buckled with the fingers of Dante’s expertise against her breasts and the younger sibling took them into both his hands. “Nice. It must be nice to be a demon bitch, always having your very own anti-hanging-defy-gravity-bras kind of equipment.”

 

Melinnia's knees were giving out. She was sure she was about to screw up to the floor as they buckled, but Vergil's swift hands caught her around the waist again, drawing her forcefully alongside him. She gave them back what she knew, being the expert tease and whore that she was, began to trace the shells of his ears and the line of his jaw with her fingertips, while his hands rubbed up and down along her backbone and her sides.

 

Dante was working her from behind, had pulled up her shirt to reveal all of her mammeries in their full glory. She could feel her breasts flattened against the hardness of Vergil’s chest.

 

They pressed their bodies against one another. Everything was so intensifying and delicious, she thought, and so electric, that she felt the air was growing so thick with passion that she screamed pre maturely. Damn, these half breeds were so hot it made her feel like a hot puddle. Melinnia caught her thoughts rushing ahead to even more compromising positions as a mighty bulge rubbed against her flattened exposed tummy with a rhythmic action. She whimpered into his half kiss, not wanting to possess her lips, tasting them, nipping at her neck. Dante’s own rock hardness was pressing against her buttocks and her treacherous leg began to wrap tighter around the other brother’s hip before she could stop herself.

 

Without notice Vergil pulled away from her, leaving her breathing hard and he turned her around so that his brother could get his turn at her from the frontal position. Dante glanced with a wicked gleam at his brother, and then began the slow torturous tracing with the pad of his thumb over her already kiss-swollen nipples. "Pleasant dreams, Melinnia," Vergil drawled in a saccharine pitch.

 

Then he turned and walked away, a self satisfied smirk planted on his angular features. He’d allow Dante to do what he wanted. Dante growled under his breath and said to her with a alarming, yet husky tone,

 

“Now tell us what the fuck is this message you want to give us?”

 

The girl was writhing with such agonized pain and desire that she was on the verge of tears. “It’s from TRISH! She said she’s coming to get you guys and,” she was gasping now as Dante released her, allowing the young woman to melt slowly on the floor. Her hand on her breasts, melding them with her fingers, while the other rubbed at the venus of her desire.

 

“and you guys better watch out because she’s out for vengeance!” then fell to a tired heap on the floor. The boys stood there watching her for a moment then they both looked at each other with that same surprise,

 

“Trish?” so she’s back they thought. Well, they figured cutting off her head wasn’t going to be enough but why bring a demon bitch to them for this warning?

 

Just then, Vergil’s silver blue eyes widened, and Dante was quick to see it, the ticking, the fucking soundless ticking!

 

“FUCKING MOVE!”

 

It was a bomb that would shame the Fourth of July fireworks. It blasted their little adobe out of the neighborhood, and both brothers were half way out of the door but still, the blast took them flying fifty feet in the air.

 

 

 

Don’t mess with the Missionary Man.

 

 

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Since the devil hunters were sent flying out into the great wide open; aptly known as the mesosphere, stratosphere, and whatever sphere above didn’t take them long to transform really. The blast that shot them out into the air made a huge cloud of smoke, and their devil triggers took off; they scattered their pretty black wings, spread eagle like giant feathers of doom.

 

A string of curses came out of Dante, he had built this place and some demon bitch from hell decided to trick them. Of all the dumb luck. All because of Trish! Trish is back! He had cried didn’t he? When Vergil cut her head off? But the grief was so short lived. He had his brother after all.

 

“I can’t believe that I didn’t see THAT coming. She was an explosive demoness from the 13th level in hell. Rare one she was. They must have revolutionized into better bombs. Even hell must have its nuclear physicists down there.”

 

Dante mused to his brother; their wings feeling the sting of debris that hit them earlier on. From their aerial view, they could see that there was nothing salvaged and Vergil’s silence gave Dante a quick over at him.

 

“She’s probably those dirty bombs. Hah. A dynamite woman if I must say so. Perhaps getting her hot and bothered was what makes her blow up in our face. She’s definitely a challenge.”

 

They had to wait until the smoke began to clear to assess the damage. Already the sounds of fire trucks were making it’s siren from the east.

 

Dante shook his head. “They’re too late as usual. We need to make head way out of here.” Then looked at his brother again,

 

“Nothing to say? Shit. Our home was just demolished and you have nothing to say? My drum set, my guitar, oh my fucking god, my juke box!”

 

Dante felt like crying again, and this time his grief wouldn’t be so short lived as opposed to losing mommy Trish.

 

Glancing again at his silent brother; there was a serious expression on his face. The same one he had on when he took Trish’s head off.

 

“Um is this the silent treatment?”

 

Vergil waited until the smoke cleared and landed gracefully on the ground, and once touching the floors, he remarked scornfully,

 

“Maybe it’s time we go and pay a visit to the Underworld.” He spat out. Hell won’t let us back in. I tried that route before; that night when I thought I took Trish’s trophy head off.”

 

“Whoa, that’s a new one. Hell won’t take us? Isn’t it Heaven won’t take us?”

 

“Naw, you and me pretty fucked up the place and in order for us to get back in we have to make sure Mundus is completely gone.”

 

Dante considered this for a moment, his wandering thoughts to the girlie magazines he lost, then mused out, “So that wouldn’t work because he’s still down there in pieces after I kicked his sorry butt.”

 

Vergil turned to see the fire trucks coming around the bend and people from the neighboring warehouses, though few were already making their presence known.

 

“Okay we need to get out of here. Let’s come back later. I think I know a way to get back into the Underworld.”

 

Moments later, after devil triggering in their aerial form, they landed in front of a cathedral with neo classical architecture that appeared to reach to the heavens.

 

Dante smirked as he followed his brother, a scornful grin on his face,

 

“Visiting to make confessions?”

 

Walking up the steps, Vergil raised at white brow at his brother, “Remember that boy we used to play with when we were little next door to our home when Father lived?”

 

The younger sibling nodded, quickly figured out what was the plan. Smirking at his clever brother, he laughed,

 

“So he became a priest did he?”

 

“Damn straight. He felt guilty for feeling the feelings he felt back then so decided to take the cloth, hiding behind his sins.”

 

Walking down the aisle towards the altar, side by side the brothers could feel their skin tickle at the cold heat of the place, as if their devil side couldn’t grip the smoke that was now emitting from their skins. Being part human and embracing good for now, helped them to be here in the first place.

 

The place was empty.

 

Until the man in the black cloth came out behind the curtain.

 

“Yes.” He was fairly good looking, with a strong chin, his dark curly hair waved back and his golden eyes took on a surprise when he recognized them. “As I live and breathe the Sparda twins.”

 

“Father Rafael.” Vergil nodded with a clever grin.

 

The Priest visibly felt a fear, his throat felt tight and constricted. The vision of the two beautiful manly twins who he had fallen in love with years ago is now here. And they looked even more gorgeous as adults. Before, he had a sort of innocent childhood crush and he had to run away from these feelings. To hide and beg forgiveness for his feelings. Dark and dirty they were.

 

Oh for shame, Father Rafael cried inside his head as they came upon him, the older brother, he recognized was the one who had a bent to the sadistic. He liked his hair pushed back gracefully gelled.

 

“No. No. Stay away from me.”

 

He held up the cross from his pocket.

 

“You must get away!”

 

Dante laughed, “Now is that any way to treat your childhood friends?”

 

Father Rafael cried out, “I’m a man of the cloth now, you can’t touch me. I know your evil ways and I will smite you!”

 

“Stop the dramatics, Raffy.” Vergil said in a mocking mimicking voice.

 

“We need your assistance, or else we’ll have to do what you came here hiding behind your little black book and scriptures

 

The priest, despite himself, could feel a piece of himself getting very excited at this revelation. Yes, there was a deep sick part of him that relished the idea that he wouldn’t die serving God with boring celibacy.

 

But despite himself, after years of training, he held up his rosary beads all the same, “Don’t mess with a missionary man!”

 

“Oh so you’ve been traveling, converting people into the fold?”

 

Dante still chuckling went to reach out at his black cloth and the white collar there. “It does suit you.”

 

Vergil then allowed himself a closer inspection, whispering darkly by Rafael’s ear,

 

“We need some items that you would be in possession with and they need to be blessed. You get our meaning?”

 

His lean fingers reached out as well and took the time to brush his now wet perspiring disheveled dark curls away from his face but not before he began to run his hands down the front of his body, as if examining for weapons of any kind.

 

Rafael tried to swallow but his mouth had gone dry. And closing his eyes, he rasped out in a tiny baby voice, "Okay,"

 

Then with sudden eagerness, grabbed the closest devil hunter by his waist and kissed him soundly on the mouth. Vergil’s silver blue eyes flew open. Then he pushed the priest away, “You just couldn’t wait to do that could you?”

 

Rafael whimpered, “No. I love you guys. I am your slave!”

 

He fell in a heap at their feet. Dante shook his head, “Damn, Rafael, come on, let’s go in the back.”

 

The priest’s golden eyes widened, if he weren’t so desperate looking, the golden eyes would be remarkably attractive, “Yes, oh yes, let’s all go in the back. We can’t do it here in the front where anyone can just come in anytime. I can lock it up there.”

 

Vergil gave his brother a look like, what a freak.

 

They went in the back and before the half devils could say anything, Father Rafael took off his robes with such urgency, the desire of his manhood already at a missionary position.

 

“What are you doing?” cried Dante.

 

“I’m your slave, boys!” whined Father Rafael.

 

Scratching his silver head, Dante shook it, saying, “Um, well, you’ve been working out pretty good and all but we’re rather in a hurry.”

 

Vergil just stood there with his arms folded, quietly chuckling, “We just want this.” He then took out a piece of paper with a small list of items for Rafael to look at.

 

“Oh!” Rafael felt his face go beat red.

 

Then feeling the heat of embarrassment on his cheeks, he fumbled for his clothes, then stopped, “No. wait.” As if a spark of bravery entered his head, “I cannot give you those items without something back.”

 

“Well it’s either that or we’ll kick your ass from here to the Vatican. Maybe we should know if you’re touching little choir boys?” the devil hunter hissed darkly.

 

“No. No. I don’t do that. Not at all. I’m not a pedophile, I swear! I swear to God and all that is holy!” then darkly blushed at the boys, “Only because you two were the only boys I’ve ever loved, and prayed for this day.”

 

“Prayed?” Dante gasped, “Talk about your issues.”

 

Vergil rolled his eyes, “Okay listen, we need these items and we’ll do what you want.”

 

Dante gave him a look like he was crazy. “No fucking way!”

 

Vergil held up his hand to silence his brother’s protest.

 

“What do you want us to do?”

 

“Get naked.”

 

The boys looked at each other, “Okay. If that’s all you want.” And shrugged.

 

Rafael’s lips smacked together, “And oh oh oh, I want to!"

 

Vergil eyed him suspiciously, “What?”

 

“I want to please you.”

 

“Please away!”, the older sibling said with his hands out to comply.

 

Much later, when the boys left the building, they had the things they wanted.

 

Dante shook his head, allowing his silver bangs to fall back safely to half cover the light silvery, azure eyes, and straightened his leather red trench coat.

 

“Do you think he’ll be alright back there?”

 

“Oh I think he’ll be quite alright.” Vergil replied, also adjusting his jacket in place and smoothly running his hands over his combed back sleek silver hair.

 

And they could hear Father Rafael passionately crying out loud, his cries wailing in agonized pleasure.

 

“What the hell is that sucking device you gave him?” Dante glanced back at the noise.

 

“Let’s just say it’s something equivalent to a cross breed of Viagra and having your penis inside a-.”

 

Vergil’s remark was interrupted by another of Priest’s cries.

 

“Oh, and it’s suppose to give you twenty four hour pleasure.” then put his arm around his brother's shoulder, their height so similar, and their silver heads melded together in confidence, "Anal probing is by the way, a fear by most heterosexual men who think they're going to be abducted by aliens." he kissed his brother's cheek, lingering there, smelling the same tangy masculine scent,

 

"Just think about a man who is not heterosexual and has been wanting for it for so very very long. With his imagination on his wildest dream." the last was a husky whisper, allowing his lips to graze his brother's neck.

 

Dante grinned mischievously despite himself, turning his angular face towards his twin; their lips almost touching. He could never get enough of looking at himself really. Then after a long pause, their breaths mixing in the open fresh air, the younger sibling gave a hearty laugh, saying finally,

 

“Double the pleasure. Oooo. That just kills.”

 

 

*****

 

Well I was born an original sinner.

I was borne from original sin.

And if I had a dollar bill

For all the things I've done

There'd be a mountain of money

Piled up to my chin...

 

My mother told me good

My mother told me strong.

She said "Be true to yourself

And you can't go wrong."

"But there's just one thing

That you must understand."

"You can fool with your brother-

But don't mess with a missionary man."

 

 

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A/N: Can’t write it graphically, because it remains an R. Hope you enjoyed.

 by Annie Lennox.

 

 

 

 

 		 
Continued: Unedited Scenes Deux

The Untouchable I:

 

The twins walked gracefully into the sunset; they nearly walked with the same easy footing. Except if one noticed with minuscule detail, there was a slight difference. One brother walked with a slight swagger, cocksure and with long easy paces and the other; elegantly, purposefully and with the same languid strides.

 

The sun was going down; a splattering of clouds heading towards the west, rolling along the tops of hills and jagged mountains. Over the hill, by way of their direction, a city lit up with lights, prematurely in the reddening sunset going on its descent. The blue and red colors of their jackets fly behind them like a flag; playfully caressed by the warm breeze.

 

“Hm. Two untouchables. You know, that isn’t going to be enough.” Quoted the younger. His eyes scanning the contents of the bag his brother revealed to him. “And it only works on a temporary basis. So sure, it works during out devil triggering but will it be feasible enough to enter the Underworld? Nah.”

 

“Tsk. Tsk.” Vergil gave his brother a sidelong look, the suns last rays touching gracefully over the blue sheen of his jacket. Allowing shimmers of light azure colors to illuminate in the wind as he kept up with his sibling, “And I thought I was the pessimistic one. These untouchables with the contents that Rafael gave us, plus his devotion with blessings would put us in the Underworld for a suspended limited time, oh and, um, I have the time stopper by and by.”

 

That last bit of tidbit made Dante stop in his tracks. “How long have you had the time stopper?” They had been walking in the middle of the road and cars were passing by, some drivers honked, while others cursed at them to get the hell out of the road: “Hey, use the sidewalk, dumb-asses!”

 

Dante flipped that guy off without looking at him. Still examining the contents of the vials: Holy water intensified; blessed recently by Father Rafael and a golden cross filled with frankincense were only the few things that was evidently required.

 

Another car zoomed passed: “Get the fuck out of the way, you white haired circus freaks!” Vergil almost went after that one but Dante stopped him.

 

The brothers ignored them for the time being then decided they’d walk the sidewalk. It is unusual for them to be walking out in broad daylight when the evening hours were their cup of tea. But since their home was demolished, they had to wait it out until the fire trucks and fire men had left their neighborhood.

 

“I’ve only had it for a short while. Trish had actually. I found it with that conniving Alastor you used to pack with you. I don’t know why you let that blade make such a fool out of you.” Vergil’s last word stung. Alastor, initially a malevolent being that is now trapped inside a sword was originally a vengeful spirit and its vengefulness was to take it out on the father’s sins, by way of his son’s. A dangerous game to be messing with a vengeful spirit but Trish distracted its intention, by way of sex and debauchery.

 

A car load of girls drove slowly by, a convertible and they flirtatiously yelled out, “Hey you gorgeous boys wanna have some fun?” One of the girls Dante recognized.

 

“Kylie?” his silver blue eyes squinted, avoiding the strong yet dimming rays of the last sunset hitting his vision.

 

The little brown haired girl squealed, “Eeeee! Dante!” she placed her hands over her mouth, stilling her babble of excitement, “Dante! Oh god, girls that is the guy who gave me a night to remember! Almost put me in the hospital!”

 

Her friends pulled over so as to not cause a traffic jam, the three of them ogled at the two men, one girl with ray bans on pushed them down the bridge of her nose, “Wow! So hot! Where’d you find such hunks?”

 

The other one, a more skeptical female, with long straight, dark brown hair and designer sunglasses sniffed her nose in the air, not impressed, “They sort of look funny with their clothes. I mean, who wears trench coats in the middle of the day with the sun out? And don’t they have a car?”

 

Vergil turned to his brother with a grimace, “Shit not now. Get rid of them!” his voice was at a low menacing hiss.

 

Dante chuckled, “Okay okay, but hey we need a place to crash right? I was thinking we could stay at Kylies because she’s so willing. While we figure out a way to go back and build our home again, side’s it should only take us a couple days to rebuild.” His white sleek eyebrows rose up and down.

 

“Hell. No.” Vergil gritted his teeth. “I don’t exactly feel like hanging around a bunch of sex lunatic girls at the moment. So do your thing and let’s go. We’ve got a former demon lord to get rid of.”

 

“Alright.” Dante’s crestfallen face; acquiescing answered back. His shoulders slumped. Vergil rolled his eyes, what was wrong with him? He’s about to give in to Dante’s wild moods again, and why? Is it because he actually loves his brother and the thought visibly made him feel like taking a long jump down the pier. “I swear. This better be short. Just for one night, and then we go back home, capice?”

 

“Aw man. I love you man.” Dante gushed and grabbed his brother, kissing him full on the lips. The girls squealed with delight and even the pessimistic one pulled out her designer sunglasses, revealing her large grey eyes, “Wow. I’ve never met two gay guys before.”

 

When they were all squeezed inside the car, Dante had his arm around little Kylie, the insatiable little kitten and a twinge of movement came from his lower half. Shit, he thought to himself. All half breeds seem to want it all the time. He looked over at this grumpy brother; wearing a very angsty expression. Vergil was squeezed between the pessimistic female and another girl who had freckles and a large bosom. She was popping her bubble gum loudly, starkly reminding him of Trish.

 

“You’re cute.” the large bosomed one replied, gum smacking against the inside of her cheek. “My names Yasmine. So you’re Vergil I take it? And Kylie’s man is Dante right?”

 

Giving them the silent treatment was all he wanted to do and he wondered why he gave in to Dante’s little entertainment. Looking over at his brother, Dante whispered into Kylie’s ear. He had excellent hearing and could hear everything.

 

“Babe, maybe when I have some time, but I don’t think I’ll be up to it tonight.”

 

Kylie giggled at Dante’s words and boldly said, “It’s okay, I have yeast infection. I need to take a break from sex. I wore my panties too tight.”

 

It was enough to make Dante squelch and lift his arms away from her shoulders. Human females, although fun and innocent, had so many hormonal problems.

 

Meanwhile,

 

Melinnia wasn’t satisfied, insatiable little demoness she was. She took hold of Trish’s pale chin; her red blotched lips quivering with excitement and prolonged desire. The cherry haired girl murmured softly,

“I didn’t realize you’re such a desirable woman. Let’s just ignore him and continue where we left off,” indicating the once powerful demon lord who was now making a huge mess all over himself. Scattered pieces of chipped marble and stone, intertwined with wet spots of suspicious foreign substances. Trish breathed a little too hard for her own good. Shoving thoughts about the Sparda boys at the corner most back of her mind, and because she was a woman of emotion and baser instincts, caught the other female’s lower lip between her teeth. She sucked it gently as she pushed what little clothing the gorgeous red haired demoness had. In the background, Mundus moaned, “Trish, Melinnia, please, I’m begging you two to put me back together again!”

 

Practically ignoring the pleas of the shattered former demon lord, Trish growled playfully, and practically ripped the buttons from her own little tiny black leather top, sticking her hot tongue deep down Melinnia’s mouth, their breaths coming in loud gasps and sucking noises. She devoured her flawless pearly skin with her kisses, sliding them down the pale pinkish throat, licking the pieces of sweaty grime, reveling in the delicious salty taste of her. Their swollen lips mingled, and the sound of a thunderous noise crackled in the distance, stopping their mutinous desire of one another. Trish purred, “We’ll continue this another time, Melinnia, that’s a promise.” Her hands at the other woman’s breasts, pushing her gently away, “That’s most likely the signal that something is up and I have to attend to it immediately.”

 

Disappointment plainly on the other young woman’s face, she reached out and grabbed the virgin blood vials, surprising Trish, and was about to reach out for the other valuables on the blonde but Trish stopped her action.

 

“Greedy aren’t we?” Her dark sapphire eyes shined with menace, “Why don’t you leave the greediness for our time alone?”

 

Mundus was still flailing about; his arms still attached to his former human self. The eye sockets scanned around from the floor, “A little help here? Trish, come on, how am I going to help you if I’m like this?” he whined, and the blonde used her electrifying, golden powers to put them back together but it was a slow effort.

 

Mundus’s eyes moved upward, then downward, it rolled around in the small covering that he peered through from the small opening from between wet hard plastered strings of hair. There was a gooey sort of wetness; slick and slimy that had catapulted to his self. He made a grumbly noise, “Eww. What the hell is on me?”

 

“You’re so dense. How’d you get to be demon lord in the first place? That came out of you, dick brain.”

 

He wailed at that revelation, “Noooooooo. I wanted it all over you girls.”

 

“Who’d want your leavings?” Trish made a disgusted face, “Ugh.”

 

 

 

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Vergil: The Wild Girls of Summer.

 

 

It wasn’t as if Vergil were always a stiff upper lip kind of guy.

 

It’s not as if he were the spoilt brat if he didn’t get his way.

 

And it’s not as if the moon and stars shone on that pretty silver head of his made him feel special.

 

Or the fact that he had demonic powers made him feel even more like a god.

 

Nor is it the reason that he possessed his father’s stylish ways and arrogance that made him that way.

 

It’s not even the reason why he felt that he had ventured into the depths of evil once,

 

Only to have his younger brother by a few minutes save his ass from eternal damnation that he would deem fit to act like a stiff upper lip kind of guy.

 

It’s just today, of all days, when the sun was going down; a time when they should be making the connection to the Underworld that he was sitting crammed in a car load of pretty women made him fidget and grind his teeth.

 

He was just highly annoyed with women who clamoured for him. For once, he’d like to have them see him in his Nelo Angelo form. Maybe that would scare he bee-jeezus from them. Maybe not. Some girls were into the serious sadistic bents. It didn’t matter to him either way since he liked all kinds if he were inclined. At the moment, he wasn’t.

 

Ah, how he had actually missed his Nelo Angelo days, and just like those Harry Potter series, “I forge a new name for myself. Voldemort.” From Tom Marvolo Riddle to Voldemort. It’s always the way of evil, really, to forge a new name. He even knew Mundus’s real name: Stanley Peanuckle.

 

If anything, the once former human self that he was, was a psychic and a rip off of Aleister Crowley. But he had his demons and those past regressions were similar to Spike in Buffy the Vampire Slayer. And even that one who acted had a given name once. The formerly ex- human Stanley with the hotch potched gifts embraced evil and became lord of the Underworld, forging his own name. With the help of minions that were desirous to rid of the former evil dark lord’s reign, had managed to lock up that bastard in a tight sealed container emblazoned with hieroglyphs and ancient demonic writing. Stanley was no more. Mundus reigned with a marbled fist and a body large enough to sit on earth. Talk about your huge ego trip, Vergil thought darkly, his own musings swirled with the almost desirous path of wanting to rule as well. Although it wasn’t the ambition of ruling that tempted him. It really went deeper than that. In other words, he may have to admit he had issues as well, and how mind-numbing would that be.

 

Right now, the girl who is currently popping her bubble gum continued to look at him with avid interest; her endowed beauty seeming to spill over. To Vergil, he found it so irritatingly annoying and instead ignored her for all she’s worth. The other next to him looked straight ahead as if she didn’t care that he existed. Well at least once, he saw her look at him with interest when his brother gave him a full lip lock just moments before. Oh so she’s a girl who’s more like a watcher, not a doer, he thought with some bemusement. Too bad too, glancing over at her; a vision of long straight dark mahogany hair, and clear grey eyes.

 

She was a looker with clear skin, and a straight small nose. She didn’t seem to have those exasperating traits like the girl on the other side of him who thought that spilling her low cut top was enough to make him salivate. Maybe to the majority of boys in the world, yes, but to him, who is by far the most jaded half human to ever live, no.

 

The driver of the vehicle: some other girl with curly short hair, a pretty skinny blonde; drove like a complete maniac. She totally avoided all respect for signs on the road and nearly hit a pedestrian. The bumps on the road, no matter how big they were, went unnoticed by her shiny but possibly wrecked underside. She felt that if she did a bonzai jump with her convertible that it’d be super cool.

 

If anyone had watched Clueless, Alicia Silverstone’s failed driving abilities were nothing short of this girl’s maniacal skill. Her screams in the car were pretty much more suited to those in a sports event cheering for the home team or better yet, for the cheerleading team showing off her cotton panties. The vision in Vergil’s head struck a chord of desire and he stomped them away irritably. If there’s one thing he couldn’t get away from, is the deliciousness of a girl’s body.

 

His only consolation to get his perverted thoughts away from that, no matter how irritating or lovely the girl is, was to think of Stanley Peanuckle. Or Phantom’s eight hairy legs. That sent a cold shower to his senses.

 

It was nothing short of a miracle when they all arrived at this lush mansion up the hill, hidden away from the mass of housings below. A gate opened to the remote control miss-crazy-behind-the-wheels had in her hand, and Vergil couldn’t wait for Dante to get his kicks over with so that they could pursue more important matters. Looking over at his younger brother, it actually made him feel some sort of comfort that he got some happiness with human girls.

 

He supposed lopping off Trish’s head was a bit extreme, if nothing short of madness but what did Dante expect? The woman was begging for marriage and no way was he going to have that happen to his brother. That would ruin everything! And to top it off, she was going mad crazy, lust-like and nympho-maniacal. She should if he ever saw her again, go take up prostitution. He thought again at the prospect; no, then that would make other women in the field, out of business.

 

He had to admit she was a good fuck though, tight muscles and all that. And again the involuntary reaction of that vision made him formulate keenly the most hellish images to Phantom and Stanley just so these lower based feelings disappeared again.

 

Dante looked over at his brother, a curious expression on his face, “Hey bro, you’re not thinking of eight eyes again are you?”

 

Vergil groaned, knowing that his sibling knew just about anything concerning each other, then remarked dryly, “Funny, I thought he had sixteen.” His brother chuckled at him, “Naw. You’ve been in that mirror too long, bro. Besides, you need to get laid badly if you’re thinking about former dark lords and baby phantoms.”

 

Kylie looked at Dante, her confusion marring her face, “Baby phantoms?”

 

“Nothing babe, nothing at all.” Was the reply and stopped himself from putting his arms over her shoulders, the image of curdled cheese coming out from a girl was enough to give him the dry heaves. He wished Vergil hadn’t complied to his stupid hormonal human side. Or worse, his demonic horny side. He really didn’t know which was worse.

 

The short haired blonde who pulled up the car into the rotunda driveway made a screeching halt, creating jerky movement to cause both girls to fall on Vergil. Breasts large enough to rival cantaloupes fell in his face; smashing them on one side.

 

While the long haired brunette fell atop his hard toned lap. She edged her way in a slithery fashion from underneath the other girls precarious position, allowing her own full breasts to graze his legs. Vergil’s thoughts about Phantoms legs and Stanley’s lack of manhood was not working out at this point and he groaned out loudly. He made a comical cross eyed face.

 

Dante found the whole thing rather amusing and laughed even louder, “Alright, girls, time to get off my brother.”

 

The big bosomed girl got off rather slowly, and her friend had to push her off yelling, “OH stop your flirting, it’s so obvious!”

 

Kylie giggled and then let out a sigh, “I wish I didn’t have yeast infection. But the doctors said I should lay off sex.”

 

Vergil cried out with exasperation and disgust, “Do you mind not advertising that! Some of us don’t exactly like to hear of those things while we’re still able to have wild imaginations!” He had started to extract himself from both girls, pausing momentarily at the brunette who leveled her grey eyes on his. Then quickly adjusted his jacket and straightened out his pant legs as if they were full of dust and wrinkled.

 

The fidgeting made Dante notice and it was only the loud high pitched voice of the short blonde crazy driver that stopped him from making another cocky reply.

 

“My parents are away to Bermuda and we’ve got the whole place to ourselves!” she stretched out and screamed aloud, “Woohoo! We can have parties and drink, dance and have a blast all week! Come on guys, let us show you around!”

 

At least, Vergil thought irritably, she had an infectious giddy feel about her. This would prove to his grating nerves some little comfort. He was after all, the brooding other brother.

 

White double doors greeted them with fancy gold plaited lamps designed in the most art nouveau style and adorned the sides and there a manservant stood by waiting to take their coats.

 

Dante lifted his hand up to him, “No, no one takes my red leather trench coat, I’ll keep it on thanks.”

 

Then the manservant turned to Vergil and the older sibling gave him a quelling look that made the older man step back. The girls had giggled and chatted to each other. Kylie hung on to Dante’s other arm like an anchor. She giggled next to him, “Marla has the best rooms and saunas ever! You must see the swimming pool too!”

 

Marla, who was obviously the crazy blonde haired driver, screeched out, “We’ve got a bar too! Fully loaded.”

 

That perked up Dante’s interest more so than a romp with any of these girls. He figured if he couldn’t get with Kylie for the sake of her condition, he’d at least if the time permits, take on the big bosomed girl or the vivacious crazy blonde. She must be a wild bed mate for a full human if she drives like that. He’d leave the pessimistic pretty brunette alone to his brother.

 

They looked like they could spark some chemistry, if only Vergil would loosen up. They still had the mission of making Sparda babies before taking on the direction of eliminating Mundus once and for all in the Underworld.

 

Vergil decided that a strong drink was in order and when they walked into the bar room, what welcomed them was a fully loaded bar, much like the one you see in a night club. Stacks of champagne, wine, and flute stemmed glasses hung upside in a snake like fashion facing the bar from above.

 

It was loaded with bottles of refrigerated beer, cases of whiskey from all brands greeted his eyes. They walked on plush dark blue carpet; their boots and shoes sinking into the floors. Marla seemed a bit embarrassed about that, “My mothers crazy about deep carpeted floors.”

 

Vergil sneered, “Remind me to ask you if you have any missing pets hiding around.”

 

Dante hopped on the purple velvet swiveling chair and took a swig from a Scottish brand whiskey. After downing it half way he smacked his lips and shook his head, making his long white bangs fall all around his eyes.

 

“Shit. That burns and it’s good.”

 

Vergil sighed. “Don’t get drunk on us now, bro. I want you to be fully capable this evening.”

 

“Oh don’t worry I’ll be fully capable alright.” Allowing Marla and the big busty girl to take their places alongside of him. Kylie was being pushed out by Marla. “Move away, doctors orders. No sex.”

 

Dante felt really uneasy at this since there was a small loyalty he felt to Kylie, but he knew girls had extreme jealousy issues when it came to guys and territory. It’s just that Kylie never really stood up to anyone and I don’t think she’d understand if he told her friends to take it easy on her.

 

Kylie, who this time as everyone has noticed didn’t seem to be brightest bulb of the bunch giggled faintly and walked away towards the Jacuzzi, happily whistling out, “Okay, I’m going for a nice dip in the hot tub.”

 

Marla grabbed her arm, “No you can’t. You’re going to get the water all dirty.”

 

Stomping her foot, Kylie pouted and decided to go into the TV room. At least there she can watch all the DVDs to her hearts content and apply the medicinal application she was subscribed.

 

Much later when they had several bottles emptied, Dante liked to show off and pick the girls up with one hand, much like the way cheerleader type guys do when they hoist up a female. One wonders if they join only to look up a short skirt at all times. Dante had abandoned his jacket and the girls were making head way to taking the rest of his clothes off. “Whoa, babes, I’m not easy you know.”

 

Vergil grimaced and with his arms folded sat lazily back. The only one who did not join in on the silly fun was the brunette, but Vergil didn’t think her the fun type since she seemed to have puckered her lips in distaste at the scene. She decided to talk to him after all after minimal hours of silence between them,

 

“So what is it that you guys do?”

 

She relaxed by his side, her lips touching the wine glass and bringing the dark ruby liquid to them. He shamelessly watched until she licked at her lips, her pink tongue darting out to graze over them at least twice.

 

He cleared his throat, “We’re hunters. Free lance.”

 

Raising her shaped brows at him, there was a spark of interest in those grey clear eyes, “Hunters? Free lance?”

 

“Uh yes. Do I hear an echo?”

 

Plainly amused at his mocking, she eyed him levelly, and the power she felt over him was beginning to make her feel delicious.

 

“I know your kind before.”

 

This perked his ears and taking his attention away from the threesome, looked directly at the brunette; cocked his head, his light cold, blue eyes catching the silver light from outside, “I didn’t catch your name.”

 

“I didn’t throw it.”

 

She walked away before he could give her back a biting remark. Her feet taking her to the direction of the garden.

 

Vergil decided to take the bait. If she wants me to play along then why not indulge a little? It has been awhile since he did the chasing and she obviously had some wit.

 

He wondered if this kind of prey was worth it and for some odd reason, he seemed to be attracted to brunettes lately. Taking out the small black velour bag of vials and stuffed crosses, he threw them playfully up in the air, catching it and placing it back into his pockets,

 

“A delay it shall be then.”

 

Vergil walked with a purposeful stride out into the gardens, seeing the girl leaning against the palm tree by the pool. Her silhouette creating a nice shape for his eyes.

 

Damn if he wasn’t the romantic type, he thought with aggravation, but the fucking lower half of him wanted absolution.

 

 

They say that friendships can grow from a spark of self same interest. Some have been known to die out like a blazing nova; once a generated commonality of interest to a disinterest of affairs of the heart. That is what is happening right now. Trish felt elated and stared at the girl. She looked at Vergil and Dante with a smug look,

 

“Yes, they have been unruly cruel to me! Damn them!” then flashed a white smile at her,

 

“I’m Trish by the way,” extending her hand to the human girl.

 

“You are?”

 

“Oh for shit’s sake, what is this? A girly thing?” Vergil interrupted with a sneer. “If you’re going to try and do your revenge, Trish, do it now.”

 

Just then the Portal to the Underworld opened up. Trish turned to the wide black opening that grew ever larger like an oddly shaped doorway. “Uh oh.”

 

Dante glanced at his brother but Vergil didn’t move. It was their chance and they didn’t do a damn thing. They looked at Trish. Both realized mutually that no matter what, she was here to stay. The revenge would hound them until the end of eternity but having her around was like having an animated portrait of their mother.

 

The red clad devil hunter smirked and walked casually over to the table where the girls were still shivering. He winked at them. “Don’t worry girls; she’s not going to harm any of you. We apologize for any inconvenience.”

 

Marla wore an angry expression on her face, “I want you all to get out of here! Or I’ll call the police! We don’t want any trouble!”

 

Dante gave her a lopsided grin, “And I thought you girls were wild.” He took the bottle of whiskey that was on the table and raised it to them in a small salute. “Thank you for the hospitality, girls. I always love a good party.” He took a swig and walked back to Vergil and Trish. “What say we get out of here? Maybe your place?” He eyed the grey eyed girl who was almost done with her cigarette. She liked to take huge gulps.

 

“What’s wrong with yours?” she threw the cigarette down and stomped it with the heel of her shoe. Trish stood close to her with a voice so much calmer now, “Let’s just say that I had something to do with the renovation.”

 

“What about that big hole?” The girl pointed. “You guys going to close it up or are we going to visit one of your friends?”

 

“Hey why not take a visit to Mundus.” Vergil said with a sort of inquisitiveness in his voice. “I’d like to see that demon bitch that blew up our place.”

 

“You-you guys forgive me then?” Trish swallowed, and yes although she was planning the worst revenge ever she thought that blowing up their home wasn’t yet equaled to her head being chopped off. A good thing that demons like her don’t die so easily. Did Vergil know this? He must have. He lived in the demon world for awhile.

 

But any reply was interrupted by the grey eyed girl, “Let’s go then before the S.W.A.T. team comes and takes us away.” She said as she raised her chin in the direction of Marla who was now dialing in her cell phone.

 

Later.

 

They all arrived in the small flat where the girl lived. She gave them all a bottle of beer and Vergil declined, “No thank you.” His eyes met hers in a sort of promise that he was all too willing to try more than just alcohol on his lips.

 

Shaken with those looks, but deeply amused, the girl walked back to the kitchen. While she was inside, Trish stared at Vergil, “You are coming on a bit too strong. That isn’t your usual style.”

 

“I’m horny, Trish.”

 

Dante chuckled while Trish’s blue eyes were round and wide eyed again. From the tip of her tongue, she wanted to shout out, “I’ll give you what you need!”

 

Vergil leaned back against the folds of the couch and raised his white brows, “Hmmmm, reminds me of our long lost couch back home. At least, we could make preparations to buy new furniture.”

 

Trish raised the bottle to her lips, “I could help you two out.” Vergil then gave her a look, and she quickly said, “No no, I wouldn’t dare move back with you guys. You guys give me the nerves! Hell only knows what kind of 1000-ways-to-kill-Trish you will come up with. Perhaps taking off my head was just the starters.”

 

Dante had left them alone while they chatted. He was getting a little drunk and having such a strong constitution, he was able to piss them all down the drain. Walking to the kitchen he hoped to get another beer but found that the girl was no where to be found. He saw that there was a light from the hallway and went to its direction. “Hey, you know you never gave us your name. What am I suppose to call you? Little grey eyed girl?” he chuckled but his chuckle died.

 

He had walked into where the light was or what seemed to be a bathroom light and the girl was bent over the sink, taking off her contacts. She turned to him, her dark long hair was gone and was now replaced by mid length raven colored hair.

 

“Dante.” She breathed.

 

“Holy mother of,"

He whispered. “It’s you.”

 

He glanced at the grey contact lenses that were now in her index fingers. “Why the deception?”

 

“Why not?” she approached Dante, “Did you miss me?”

 

“Did I miss you?” he gasped, ignoring the twinge of desire that hardened his manhood as he saw her shirt was unbuttoned, revealing her lacy black bra. Her pink nipples showing through. “Not really.”

 

He swallowed some more as she placed her arms around his neck, “Well if you didn’t, I certainly did.”

 

It was a completely random thing, really, Dante thought, and his mind dipped in confusion as she placed her own lips on his. Imagine the feeling of her mouth engaged in other ways when she licked and sucked so hungrily at his open mouth, his tongue shyly darted out to meet hers.

 

Gasping, he said between her lust filled kisses, “Lady, I don’t think we should."

 

She said plainly, “shhhhhh you talk too much, Dante. Always the talker. “ then kissed him back passionately and his desire increased as she drew his tongue out of him with her every response. Dante held her small waist.

 

“Shouldn’t we join the others? I’d hate to break this up but if I take you against the bathroom door, my brother would hate me for this. Of course I shouldn’t give a fuck what he says when you’ve obviously chosen me.”

 

She laughed then, breaking the lusty spell, “Chosen you?” then grinned wickedly, “I haven’t chosen you. I am just seducing you, seeing how you react as I do this” her expression became intense and her eyes glowed with a mischievous glint. As she said that she grabbed his bulge and pushed it. Hard. Dante grimaced. “What the hell? Still a demon hunting little bitch aren’t you?”

 

"Now that you've had your pleasure, Dante, taking your turns at those human girls to sacrifice themselves at your feet for your little Donation or is it experiment? It's time for me to have mine!" she crooned with a determination that gleamed in her purplish yet grey glinted eyes.

 

He wondered why he hadn’t noticed her face before. She had that slight lined scar at the bridge of her nose and it was gone. She must have used cosmetics and her eyelashes were darker, the lips redder, the skin tinted with a pale sheen. It must have been the use of girly make up that would explain the slight changes. But she had matured somewhat. Her skillful hands presented him with the knowledge that she was no longer a virgin.

 

He doesn’t exactly know where or why he started feeling a little more than randy really but he was feeling it in waves and waves. His hardness was about to burst through. Not one to be distracted by little matters such as sex and doesn’t know where the feeling comes from but he does know one thing is for certain. The human girl he remembered who fought like a wild cat against a horde of demons made him feel somewhat curious. Never one to be too excited about any girl, much less a human, he couldn’t ignore the desire that was ripping through him. It was electrical and magnetic.

 

Literally. she ripped the offending red leather trench coat away from his shoulders, pulling them down his arms, trapping him as she pushed him back into the wall. His body responded violently, and the jacket was off, as was his pants. He didn’t know what happened next because she had pulled him along so that she was up against the wall. Dante felt that his need was so constricted and if he were to enter her he’d explode.

 

He breathed heavily against her hair, “I don’t know what the fuck is your game, Lady, but fuck!” he nearly yelled, and she whimpered softly as he finally extracted her from the lacy bra, pulling it down to reveal hard pink tipped crests and capturing it between his hungry lips, they felt like candy. He rolled the protruding pink object of his attention around like it was a sticky gummy candy, sucking and pulling.

 

She cried out, “I wanted to know if you would." she gasped. He was pushing her dress up and was pleased to know she didn’t have anything on. He made the initial step forward. Driving into her with a force that she cried out so loud even his mouth against her lips could not hide the screams that would penetrate the other room.

 

Dante looked at her in horror, replaced by a kind of angry retort, “Oh fucking hell. You’re a virgin. You could have at least told me!”

 

Just then, the door opened with a crash. Vergil and Trish stood there gaping at the two held in a passionate embrace. Lady had her naked legs wrapped around Dante’s waist and Vergil saw that his brother was angry and confused.

 

But not as confused and angry as Vergil felt. He had his sword out, but lowered it, “And I thought there was a demon doing something very naughty, I didn’t expect it to be my own brother.”

 

Trish was plainly disgusted but her eyes revealed a bit of lust too.

 

"Can we join?"

 

 

 

 
Continued: Unedited Scenes Part Deux

Vergil looked at the woman pinned up against the wall, held by his brothers body. Glinty eyes fastened on her face and recognition made him sneer with pure scathing,

“When did you decide to come back into Dante’s life after you left him?”

 

Trish kept staring, her mouth ajar at the display but her face remained in a pretentious disgust, “Don’t get all defensive, Vergil, just because she didn’t let you bang her up against the wall.”

 

He stopped her with a glare, “As if I’d let her come near me.”

 

Trish blinked, “Hate issues?” then returned her fabricated revolted look at the couple, “Honey, I can see we’re gonna get along just fine. Now,if you all would like a foursome?”

 

Dante groaned, “Could you two leave us alone to have our privacy?” His palms flattened against the wall on either side of Lady’s head. The female’s arms were around his neck, not letting go, and hid her face in the fold of her first lover. If only she could reach her pack of cigarettes.

 

The blue clad half devil scoffed, “So you can continue your little romp? By all means, don’t let me stop you.”

 

He stomped out, angrier than Dante had ever seen him. Trish was still gazing at them with a half open mouth, trying to fixate her expression of pure loathing, “Disgusting display of carnal lust.” She received a warning glare from Dante to get the hell out. Defying his silent order, she added with a laugh, “I would love a threesome.”

 

“OUT!”

 

Trish jumped at the command, ran to the door and slammed it behind her, complaining, “I want to get laid too!”

 

Dante couldn’t believe that he still was rock hard inside her. He gulped, looked down to see her face still in a sweat. Her lips half parted and small shallow breaths came out of her, “Are you going to continue?”

 

He closed his eyes and the answer came to her as he lowered his head to take her lips again. Breathing hard he said between kisses, between the pulling and pushing, “You could have told me.”

 

She claimed his tongue and was awkward, inexperienced yet eager. It was as if she was forcing herself to feel this feeling that he himself was going absolutely bonkers with. Her voice coming in gasps, "Would it make a difference?”

 

He didn’t answer as the slow torturous movements made him eager to bring him to heaven. Afterwards, he dressed himself and watched her don her shirt back on and pull up her lacy black bra over her full breasts. Dante went over to her and lifted her chin, “Yes, it would have made a difference.”

 

Lady stared up at him. There was a moment of silence between them, it held, then said, “I need a cigarette.”

 

Silver strands moved softly as he shook his head, “When did you start smoking like a chimney? Wait. When did you even pick up the habit?”

 

She had found them underneath her sink cabinet. Extracting them she produced a lighter from the medicine chest and lit up, “Since I left you. But it appears you found yourself another partner. Miss look-like-Eve-mother-dearest out there.”

 

He smirked then simply said,

 

“The Virgin Mary.”

 

She stopped her smoking, gave him a glare, “Don’t you call me that!” baring her teeth, “As you’ve noticed, I’m no longer one. Plus it was so much better when you simply dubbed me Lady.” Then brushed back her dark tendrils away from, sweeping off the sweat from her brow, “This is one of the reasons why I did what I did. You’d think with my name I’d break the stigma of being so virginal but nooooo, I haven’t found anyone suitable to my liking.”

 

“Alright. So can we name our child the baby Jesus?” Dante chuckled but her glower stopped him from making any more lame jokes. He hated feeling romantic and she didn’t deserve it. She left him what seemed so long ago, and here she was all grown up and looking more mature for what she’s worth. She appeared to him like a little girl before and now, she is woman. The soft planes of her face were glowing with the newness of her development, realizing for the first time how much he missed her.

 

“Tell me, Lady, what are you afraid of? There are no more daddys here to make you angry at yourself. You can’t honestly think to blame yourself each and every time, even when you take a drag out of that cancer stick.”

 

She blew a smoke in his direction as indication of her small defiance. “Don’t condescend me, Dante. I’ve heard it from your beloved brother before.”

 

“Really? When has he ever made the attempt to be talkative?” then remembered, “Ah yes, he would make a comment about your habit.”

 

He immediately closed the space between them, “Lady.” his head dipped and she turned it just as quickly. Lifting his eyes to her face, he growled softly,

 

“It might take more than once to get you pregnant if that’s what you want.”

 

She pushed him back against the bathroom door,

 

“Bastard! I don’t want your baby; I just wanted to KNOW what it was like! I didn’t want to remain a VIRGIN for the rest of my life!”

 

Dante chuckled devilishly, the white bangs over his eyes covered the lust that was coming on strong again and he grabbed her waist, dipping his head down for another quick kiss. He breathed softly against her bruised lips, “Lucky me.”

 

She no longer felt like fighting him back. Her cigarette lay on the bathroom sink unheeded. She was done with it anyway.

 

Outside, Vergil and Trish could hear the banging of the bathroom door. The blue clad half devil grumbled irresistibly, “Oh sweet revenge.”

 

Trish pouted with her arms folded, pushing up her black leathered corset, creating a nice decolletage. She listened with a pained expression at the steady rhythmic banging and grumbled with Vergil. She wasn’t going to press it with him. He looked like he could release a few things, but getting the brother who likes to angst out would take some creativity to get him all horny. Then with a huff, stood up and went to the kitchen. Trish found what she was looking for. She peeked into the living room to see Vergil walk over to the open window, with a scowl on his face. She hurriedly took off her clothes and with great difficulty, finally peeled them off like a banana.

 

The idea was ludicrous but why not? If she had to put up with that noise in the bathroom, which was now making the walls shake and condiments and decorations on the wood planks fall over, then she is entitled to this crazy plan of hers.

 

Vergil on the other hand had his fists in the pockets of his blue jacket. Cursing silently over the fate of his brother’s luck. Why does he always win? He gets the girls I wanted and wins at cards and just barely beats my ass at almost anything. Well, he grinned mischievously, there was this one time where he beat Dante’s ass. But that was role playing. Just thinking about it made him hard, or was it because he saw Lady’s naked legs wrapped around his brothers waist? Or the fact that the damn noise was making him see in his minds eye?

 

“Vergil.” It was Trish’s voice. And it was sultry. Vergil groaned aloud. It was enough to make him go soft but he turned around anyway to see what she has in store for him. With Trish, anything is possible. His sword lay on the coffee table. If need be, he had time to give her a spanking if she was very bad. What he saw made him chuckle instead.

 

Naked she was except for the whipped cream that covered her venus and two rounded breasts. He was amused for once and lifted a white brow at her,

 

“Is it low fat?”

 

She slid her finger over one breast, allowing a pink nipple to show and dipped the whipped cream filled index into her open mouth. Smacking her lips,

 

“Mmmmm. It’s all natural.”

 

He took a step forward and dipped his own index in the cleft of her venus, “I’ll be the judge of that.” Slowly enclosing his own finger deep into his own mouth; sliding the remains of the sweet cream off his flesh. Then he went for another dive, “Where’s the cherry?” chuckling, his eyes glinted,

 

“Oh that’s righ. You don’t have one.”

 

 

 

 

“That’s what I like about you, Vergil. You’re evil down deep.” She stabbed his chest with her middle finger, but he captured it and brought them to his own lips, enclosing them deep within his hot mouth.

 

Trish went cross eyed with desire. Her legs felt like water and Vergil held her up, harshly whispering between her breasts, “What does this have to do with what I said?” Continuing to bring her knees buckling, he grazed over them, licking off every sweet liquid, “I just don’t care for cherries, that’s all.”

 

She moaned so loud, “I don’t know but it sounded good.” Trish didn’t care to be witty, who the fuck cares, she thought as her own mind filled with lust crammed babelicious Vergil. She wanted to pat herself on the back for being such a creative little demon girl.

 

Score one for Trish on this round!

 

Trish tried to hide her naughty grin, but Vergil grabbed both bosoms, his hands now filled with whipped cream and now started to attack her flesh with his hot tongue. The zinging bliss that coursed through her nerve endings seemed doubled as he taunted the sore blossom of flesh with teeth and expert hands. “Did I tell you I am sorry for what I did.” he gasped between the kissing and biting.

 

She fluttered her lashes, her mouth opened in a wide expressive desire, “If you’re sorry, really really sorry, then.” she gasped, sputtered, “Then I too am sorry for being such a bitch.”

 

“Were you now?” Vergil whispered against her neck, sliding along with the heat of his breath and lips. He felt so hot and so good that she knew if he hadn’t licked off all the whipped cream, then for sure her body would have melted everything off.

 

She knew she would regret this, but she had to do it, “Vergil, I must ask you this first.if you take me. Here. Now. On the floor. Against the wall. Over the couch. On the coffee table. Wherever. I must ask you something.”

 

He lifted his head and a dangerous glint reflected in his eyes, “What?”

 

“Don’t worry; I’m not going to go all psycho on you, Darling Vergil. My darling.” she started to kiss his neck, the planes of his face, the angularity of his face, his lips, “My sweet.”

 

He held her away, and the noise from the bathroom continued in a louder more desperate banging. His teeth grinded, “What the fuck? Dante’s probably not used to having one girl at a time. I think you spoiled him for that, our bionic Trish.”

 

She held up a finger to his lips, shushing him immediately, “No, wait! Wait here.” And before she left him she dipped down eye level to his crotch. Her fingers traced the bulge there and looked up, seeing the desire flare in his eyes. Always nice to know that lustful demon blood always run in their veins.

 

“I’ll be right back.” then before she stood up, she planted a kiss there.

 

Vergil was only able to see a shapely bottom run towards the kitchen.

 

He looked down at his desire, and wanted to beat it. "You bastard. Don't you ever have any self control?"

 

Trish ran into the bathroom. She had to get all four of them together. She used a little bit of her demon strength to push at the door. But found to her surprise that it opened very easily. When she peeked in quickly she found that Dante had stopped banging the walls with his fist and a giggling Lady on the floor with her knees up to her chin, her arm around bended legs, and her back against the wall.

 

“What the!” The blonde demoness was appalled. “You weren’t doing the deed at all! You both tricked us!”

 

Dante smirked at her, chuckled loudly, “Deed? What deed? Get your mind off the gutter; it gets very dirty down there.”

 

Then he noted that she was wearing nothing. “Uh Trish? Are you really really that desperate? Because if you thought you’d get a threesome, you’re sadly mistaken.”

 

Lady looked up at Trish, her giggles fading away. She was fully clothed and slid up from her position.

 

The brunette took a large towel and wrapped it around the other woman.

 

“Here, don’t want you to catch cold or anything.”

 

“You two!” Trish gasped. “We thought you were doing it again! You know," then evolved to sputtering.

 

Dante closed the distance, smiled at her, “Trish, maybe we do need to find Mundus after all. If only to stop you from being so frisky.”

 

The other girl cleared her throat, “We’re sorry, I thought it would be a laugh. And to see what you two would do really.”

 

“So there were no er, funny business going on the whole time?” The blonde inquired with her arms wrapped around herself, enclosed in the terry cloth towel. She had forgotten what she was going to do. Oh yes, she did, but she’d have to postpone that for another time. Damn! And she was going to get Vergil all hot and bothered too. Dante and Lady looked pretty serious now as they looked to her; the silver haired half breed nonchalantly donned his red trench coat over his broad shoulders.

 

“We still need to find Mundus.”

 

“You were looking for him? To what? To decimate me were you?” Trish’s eyes had squinted in suspicion.

 

“Nah. That was before but we had another great plan in mind, which me and Lady were discussing while banging on the walls.”

 

Lady touched the other female on the shoulder, “You seriously didn’t think Dante would go at me again since I was a virgin did you?”

 

Trish blinked, “You were?” The blonde’s crestfallen face was evident, “Oh that’s just great, now you feel it’s necessary to fall in love with Dante now right? Because he’s your first!” She was feeling the pain of jealousy. Trish always felt possessive and protective over her Sparda boys.

 

"Yes, but I was his first in everything." Lady leveled her purple and grey blue eyes at her. The two females locked their eyes in a silent battle.

 

"You may be the first. But I will be their last." The blonde challenged back, "Remember this, Lady of human blood and of your father's ambition. I am a full demon. And demons live a long long time."

 

The violet and silver cobalt of the other's eyes flinched, then recovered, whimpered a lame excuse, "That may be so...but I am and will always be the Lady." then pointed to the silver haired man, "He christianed me that name! Him."

 

"Humpf, shows what kind of creativity he has...hasn’t he? Make sure if he ever gets you pregnant, that you are the one to name the child. Your children could be baptized as boy and girl."

 

"Oh come on! I'm more creative than that!” whined the devil hunter but the tension in the small bathroom was reaching a dangerous high. Trish could beat Lady's butt since demon powers run in the blondes veins. Although, Lady can hold up very well on her own and had more moves.

 

Dante was sure to see a cat fight go on and rolled his eyes, “Give it up already you two. Why don't you ladies and yours truly go see what my brother’s up to. Probably pacing back and forth like a caged tiger.”

 

“Uh yeah,” Trish squinted up her face in a peculiar way, as if she had just eaten a lemon.

 

In the other room, Vergil closed his eyes. The sounds seem to have disappeared and he opened them to note that the banging on the walls were indeed gone.

 

Trish hadn’t come back from her little surprise. Just as well, he thought, he didn’t really want to get it on with her did he? That’s the trouble being a half demon, you’ve got those demon powers and the consequences mixed with hormonal imbalances of human male testosterone will bring it to overdrive. And the buck doesn’t even stop there.

 

Dante and Lady walked out of the room looking rather refreshed and they shared a smile or two. Lady chuckled into her hand and blushed furiously. Seeing the two of them in that scene made Vergil wince. What was wrong with him anyway? Brotherly sibling run so deep he can’t even stand the sight of his own brother with another girl, and that girl happened to be one that had disappeared, leaving Dante? Some had said she had married, had children and lived in the suburbs. Some say she’s locked up in a mental institution because she hung out with demons and her human peers didn’t believe her. Other tales told of how she had died, jumped off the San Francisco Bridge. Now it could happen with Lady since she would have the know how to get around those wires and security systems. Maybe she made a deal with Paramount pictures or Universal and pretended to be an actress, played the role of one of James Bonds ladies in waiting, and jumped off during the set.

 

He shook his head at that; all those stupid and ridiculous scenarios made Vergil question his own far out imagination.

 

Instead of voicing out these thoughts, he glowered at the couple, not withholding his own scathing tone,

 

“I thought you two were going for a record. A little more and you’d have every piece of ornament and picture off the walls.”

 

Dante grinned at his brother, “Nah, we were just having a little fun.”

 

Vergil sighed. Glad to see that the earlier bulge of desire had gone down considerably. He'll have to get his hands on Trish later to find out what she had in mind.

 

 

CHAPTER 15: TWIN VISITATIONS

 

He listened vigilantly to the resonance of a string, one at a time, two at a time, stroking, vibrating, and it made him feel elated. The fingers that touched the soft smooth surface were elongated and feminine, yet pallid and well-developed. There exist vigour beneath; it masked enough power to break stone and granite.

 

It seemed to him that he awaited an eternity for this and there on the opposite end of where he sat, his brother gazed at him with bottle green eyes.

 

For anyone else, other than possessing a replica of yourself, it would be quite disturbing. A stillness emanated in the room. In no time at all, Emery stood up, the lining of his pants; silk and wool caressed his inner thigh as he made his way to his brother. The hands that reached to his sibling opened up, palm towards the mirrored ceiling and though the other who sat cringed, finally, assented.

 

Their fingers entwined in a balance of masculine and feminine grandeur, one which had masked strength and power honed by demonic power and the other by angelic energy. None could be so opposite and yet so attracted by sheer force and blood bond. The one called Emery whispered with a gleeful air,

 

“I sense like you, dear brother Alizarin, that you can know they are close.

Alizarin winced; his eyes flew to his hated twin, “Why must we?”

 

The floors beneath them shined with a honeyed wax, wafting the scent of it’s sweetness in the confined air. There was a delicate sound surrounding the room and both were oblivious to the otherwise welcomed noise. In the occupied confinement of the room hung portraits of their ascendants, both of demon, human and angelic blood. A mixture of the most forbidden unions and the faces inside the pictures looked on in mock gesture, as if they too laughed at the fate of their only descendents.

 

Emery sat next to his trembling brother, his face inches from away, “If we can extract a little demon blood from the Sparda twins, you can live forever, here with me.”

 

The current prospect was tempting for Alizarin. He could not look at his brothers eyes and think that he was afraid for once more in his pathetic life. The once angelic energy that was given to him from a long ago ascendant would be shamed in the knowledge that he had let it go to shit. But his sibling’s voice thundered like a loud cannon in the stillness of the room;

 

“Come, Alizarin, let us go and greet our beautiful prey, shall we?”

 

The hesitant brother cringed again, then looked up to those bottle green eyes and swallowed, made a weak voice, “Okay.” What was he suppose to do? Fight back? He had lost the ability to years ago. The aggressive brother took the others hand and guided him into a waltz.

 

The music serenaded them, enveloping them while the honey scent below raided their nostrils, and there was another small invading smell that penetrated in another second. Emery wrinkled his nose, held his brother’s smaller, trembling hand, sniffed the air again,

 

“What in bloody hell?”

 

“Eep. I must beg pardon. I blew a rasberry.”

 

“No. You didn’t. Not the silent deadly ones.”

 

Alizarin bowed his head in shame, “I’m afraid so.”

 

His brother hit him over the head with the swat of his palm, whisking the dark tendrils, yelling,

 

“How many times must I tell you to stop eating those eggs? You know they make you fart! And stop calling them rasberries! They have no association with rasberries! Rasberries smell good, yours don't!”

 

Back at Lady’s flat;

 

Trish finally emerged from the bathroom, she was fully dressed and back into the same tight black leather and tight hugging black corset bodice. She tried to avoid Vergil’s probing and questioning eyes but then faced him with a kind of excuse in her manner,

 

“Don’t ask.”

 

The half devil rolled his eyes, “Wouldn’t have asked for it.” He would never hear the last of it from his brother anyway. Talk about having an abusive relationship between him and Trish. Who says demons and half demons could possess healthy relationships? What would Dr. Phil on television say? Oh he could see it now: When did you decide to cut off your lovers head only to return from hell to melt whip cream in your mouth?

 

Vergil looked over at Trish and shook his head mentally. He has the same problem him and his brother have. The love of their pure mother ran so deep that they couldn’t even keep their idle hands off of the replica of her memory. For shame! He then looked over at Lady, Dante’s new little squeeze and gave another mental shake. For awhile there, he wanted her, maybe to procure a little brat from her loins. It looks like his twin might outdo him again. It would have been an interesting ride he was sure of it as his silver blue eyes lingered at the seemingly silicon breasts that were evidently real, and the more matured face.

 

She had picked up her nicotine sticks and placed them on her fat induced lips that looked good enough to eat and placed the disgusting habit between them. He peered with one eye at her and thought: How could Dante kiss her with such a breath?

 

Lady hid a shy smile, not knowing if it was due to the fact that she was no longer a virgin or that her first time experience was not quite what she expected. She really didn’t know what to think of it really. Though when she walked, her legs felt watery and weak and the heat between them burned alive with something unknown and couldn’t understand why Trish wanted it all the time. Was hers so different than mine? Is being a woman with demons blood makes them so lustful all the time? Or was this a joke on Mundus’s part?

 

So she walked with her head averted from Dante’s gaze. It was a good thing that Dante did not deem to notice her discomfort as they all decided with the quick decision to visit their once humble home. They had to procure all the weapons and what remains of the aftermath.

 

Trish was visibly uncomfortable. The guilty blonde knew she was responsible for the devastation but she had to remind herself that they deserved it. Spoiled Sparda boys! Always getting everything handed down to them.

 

They all walked in a pair, the two brothers side by side, blue and red long coats that tailed behind them. Their silver heads close together, they whispered together and chuckled, both deep timbres of delicious tones that wafted to the females present. The boys shared a joke and they indulged in the closeness of their bond while the two; a blonde and a brunette walked together in a sort of distance.

 

Trish’s blonde hair trailed behind her in the wind; it swayed with each step she took. The brunette’s shorter hair hung around her neck. Lady’s delicate neck; pale and smooth skinned, and the air breathed against them, kissing the small hairs at the back. She looked over at the blonde and looked away.

 

The older woman noted this and though the boys were ahead of them, she spoke to Lady in a tone that implied a sort of apology:

 

“I didn’t mean to be so bitchy back there. I’m sure you aren’t in love with Dante anyway.”

 

Lady half smirked, amused a little at this and coyly said, “No, of course not. But that doesn’t mean I could fall for the other one?”

 

“You’re joking right? Because if anything, you and Vergil would never match up, never, and Dante on the other hand, well, he’s more carefree and good natured. A little on the wild side but that’s his charm. He has a certain fondness for humans.”

 

They had arrived at the corner and Dante hailed a cab by whistling loudly between his two fingers. Lady turned to Trish, her girlish voice teased,

 

“Gee. Thanks for the tip. I didn’t know the differences. Oh and yeah, I accept your apology because you’re right. Humans can’t live a long time. What would Dante do after I’m gone? With you, or any demon girl, he’d have the benefits of longer life with a mate wouldn’t he?”

 

The leather clad blonde bowed her head mockingly, “I didn’t really apologize but I’m glad we both understand each other very well,” raising a light brow, “Right?”

 

Lady nodded, “Crystal.”

 

“Good. Now let’s become great friends. I am not so heartless. I think you’re the only female human I’ve come to like. It’s only that when it comes to my Sparda boys, I get a bit tetchy.”

 

“You act as if you alone own them.”

 

“Honey, they’re the only boys I could get satisfied with, if you know what I mean.”

 

They were interrupted by Dante, “Hey babes, will you stop yakking? We got a cab. Get in!”

 

Trish stopped Lady before moving forward, “I sit between them and you sit in the front.”

 

The brunette shook her head, “Suit yourself.”

 

“No way, babe, you’re sitting with me,” Dante chuckled in Lady’s ear. “On my lap.”

 

The blonde looked about to blow steam between her ears. “Dante! Not fair. You already got to have her in the john.”

 

Vergil looked disinterested and made a snarky reply, “Tell you what, why don’t you and Lady sit together while me and Dante sit on each other’s lap?”

 

CHAPTER 16: THE RIDE AND DRIVE

 

Trish cocked a blonde brow at the angsty half devil, her hip out, “Why don’t I bring the whipped cream along too for the ride?”

 

“As long as you get to drive.” Vergil intoned jokingly.

 

Dante didn’t even wait for them and hopped in, taking Lady’s hand in with him, “Alright, let’s go people. I think Alastor is crying for us back at the homestead.”

 

As he fell back in, Lady’s behind fell atop his lap, hitting the roof top of the cab with her head, “Ouch!” she immediately rubbed her dark scalp where perhaps a lump could be forming.

 

“Dammit, Dante. You could be a little less rough.”

 

“Babe, I’m never that gentle.” He teased against her neck. Lady was beginning to feel the rush of heat come from within her stomach muscles, allowing the excited feeling to rush all the way down her you-know-what. Instinctively, she closed her legs together. She was a virgin for so long for a reason, being as prudish as she was, but this damn half devil was making her a little more agitated for her own good.

 

Vergil followed suit, taking the seat next to them, and he cocked her one of his shapely white brows, “Having fun are we? Does the fun ever stop?”

 

The cab driver was a huge big guy with a beard, and he spoke very bad English, “Hey, one of youse go front awright?” he waved his thick finger at the Blonde. Trish grimaced at the offending huge human and wondered if she would electrify his ass with some demon power. Probably would turn him on since no one would touch that with a ten foot pole. “There’s no room, fatso!”

 

Vergil glared at her, “Trish. Such rudeness.” And although he reprimanded her, he chuckled a little. But the big cab driver was insistent, his thick lips pursed,

 

“But want me pretty yellow hair girl next me.”

 

“Get some English lessons first,” Trish snarked back and fell into the seat beside Vergil, rubbing her butt against the seat so that she can ooze her way to touch his side very closely.

 

The half devil in blue sighed heavily. There was no rest with women, demon or human otherwise. What was it; he thought in his head, that they were supposed to do? So many distractions. It’s a wonder they get anything done at all. A headache was coming on, and it was with great effort that he had to shout it out while the couple next to them wriggled around and a Blonde beside him wriggled even more. Damn Mundus for being such a twisted pervert. Creating lusty Trish in the image of his mother was just too cruel for him and his brother.

 

“Alright," he growled at the cab driver, “Just leave it alone and take us to this address.” He gave a cold look to the fat guy and it was enough to scare the bee-geez us out of his sweaty pants.

 

The ride to their destination seemed to take forever, at least to Vergil and he had to endure the ministrations of his twin to the brunette. It was enough for him to fly out of that cab and go devil triggering ahead of them.

 

Dante, in his normally deep voice carried with it a new and exhilarating huskiness, “Babe, you smell so good. I love to taste your neck.”

 

Trish snorted, “You said that to me too once.” Then she leaned over, allowing her full breasts to push against Vergil’s arm and the half devil shifted his eyes over. Shaking his head, he saw the cab driver swerve.

 

“Keep your eyes on the road you!” Vergil growled, “This isn’t a peep show.”

 

The fat driver gulped and immediately shifted his beady eyes to the road. Meanwhile, Dantes long fingers wound themselves into what little left Lady had for hair. Raising a lock of its silky short length and drew her face close to his. Lady breathed heavily and without realizing it herself, leaned back over to Vergil. The blue clad half devil turned his head and said softly, “Yeah, she does smell good.”

 

Trish fumed in her seat, “I smelled good too remember?” she reached out to grab a handful of bright locks, waving them in front of Vergil’s face, “See? Smell them! Herbal essence fresh!”

 

Dante grinned at her, “Trish, babe, you need to get over your jealousy. If you could, just once, you’d actually be more attractive!”

 

With that he dipped his head to kiss the soft line of Lady’s neck. The brunette felt like smoking a cigarette and ignored Dante’s ministrations. She had dropped her small purse between Vergil’s legs and reached down. Their swords lay on the floorboards to prevent from the uncomfortable poking to their flesh. Her arm slid over his bulge and she looked up at him, surprise written all over her face, “You’re hard!”

 

Vergil snarled, “Of course I am! I’ve been horny for a long time but interruptions aside, only Dante gets lucky.”

 

Trish was ecstatic and reached down but Vergil caught her hand quickly, “No. Not here.”

 

The message seemed clear enough for the demon girl and that was he was game for her later on. This thought made her squeal with anticipation deep down. And a gasp caught her throat. Vergil looked over, “That bad eh?”

 

“No I was just thinking.” She bit her full lips.

 

“Oh no. Not that. We wouldn’t want you doing any of that now.”

 

Lady was having a difficult time trying to light up her fag, and Vergil extracted the offending piece of cancer stick from her fingers, “Can you just leave the smoking for when we get to our place?”

 

Dante nudged Vergil, looked at him with a silent look then said something in their father’s language. Trish’s ears picked up for she knew demon talk.

 

“Hey now! No no no no.” she lounged back and pouted, “I’m going to cry.”

 

Vergil leaned over to Trish, whispering, “Devils never cry.”

 

The blonde rolled her eyes heavenward. Then he chuckled and said, “What the fuck did you make up that damned name anyway?”

 

The cab driver had swerved again, this time to the right and then to an immediate left, making all four of them squish together. He had nervously apologized, “Me sorry! Sorry sorry sorry.”

 

Vergil just about wanted to tear him a new ass but Dante stopped him, “Nah. We’re almost there.”

 

“We could have just devil triggered,” barked his brother.

 

“True enough but.” he looked down at Lady, who was now making her way to another flattened cigarette, lighting it up with a curse.

 

Dante thought that if he could distract her, she wouldn’t have to rely on her habit so his hand rested on her hip asserting his ownership of her, as he pulled her against him. His charisma overpowered her at this proximity, and she inhaled his invigorating odor of faint, balmy and woodsy, masculinity with its notes of very luxurious leather. His smell alone was enough to undo her. It was distinctly Dante, comfortable and tangy sweet. While the other one, the one she barely got close to, exuded a near similar scent. The only slight difference was one was earthy charm; the other was refined and luxurious. If she could, she could bottle up their scents and sell it. The human girls would buy it by the dozen.

 

Finally, they had all arrived at their destination with a huffy Trish, a disgruntled but hard Vergil, and a chuckling and also equally hard Dante. The brunette on the other hand, was tousled, felt mauled to death, with her white blouse wrinkled and a few buttons had been undone to reveal her black lacy bra. The cab driver goggled at both the girls and especially at the brunette who was nearly undone. Dante threw him some cash and said, “Nice eh?”

 

The fat driver gulped loudly, “Yes sir. Very.” Then he drove off with dreamy thoughts of lush pink lips, and lacy black bras.

 

Coming home to a devastated home was not a welcoming sight and the four of them shuffled through the debris. Trish scampered over black sooty wood and cracked stone, “Wow. We could just you know, re build.”

 

Vergil growled, “Where is Alastor when you need him?”

 

Lady looked at the mess, “This is amazing.” She looked up around the debris and the once standing building had haphazard poles that revealed the foundation of where the beams held the walls, “Are you guys going to rebuild, right?”

 

“Of course. It only takes a day or two really.” Dante shrugged, “It’s just a pain in the whazoo.”

 

It was the noise that alerted Vergil first, and he turned around, seeing two men approach them, then sent a beam of energy at them. The half devil moved out of the way, and Dante pulled out his guns, “Woah, there, if its violence you want, allow the ladies to move out of the way.”

 

Trish hissed like a cat, “Girls want to have fun too!”

 

One of the two, the one that appeared to have sent the energy blast, laughed with a maniacal glee, “I am Emery and this is my twin, Alizarin.”

 

“If that’s your way of introducing yourself, you better learn to take this then.” Dante had Ebony and Ivory aimed at them, while Vergil nearly whipped out his sword from his side and gave a snarl, “What is your business here. Make it quick. We don’t have time for this.”

 

“I’ve something both you Sparda boys would want.” Emery smiled, his eyes glazing over the beauty of the twins legendary for their father’s deeds and becoming fast legends of their own, ‘Something from your mother.”

 

“What!” both silver haired half devils chorused.

 

 

 

 
Unedited Scenes Part Deux, continued, Chapter 22 and 23