Through the Eyes of a Demon

Chapter Five

-1-

Sparda looked around, noticing both his sons were gone and … his shoe was full of honey. ‘Great … if only Dante hadn’t gotten into the sugar. Otherwise I wouldn’t be in need of the honey. Perhaps I should stop fraternize with myself about tea ingredients.’

Just as Sparda finished cleaning his shoe he could hear a womanish voice humming a song from outside. ‘Eva’s coming home! And my sons are downstairs … and Virgil might be trying to rape Dante! DANTE IS DRUNK! Eva will think me a horrid father! Dear gracious me, what to do? What was she doing out? Why didn’t I notice before? What if she saw Mundus and me?’

His mind was fretting, telling him to hide quickly, yet he could not move. Sparda could hear her opening the door, coming up the stairs and–

“Hello Sparda, ‘MY’ love,” she said manically, giggling at the end. Sparda was sure his heart stopped when his wife had said ‘My’, did she know? Had she seen?! “Have you seen ‘OUR’ children? I bought something for them.”

“E-Eva, where have you be—”

“WHERE … are our sons?” Eva interrupted. She was, very much indeed, (shhh) intimidating. But Sparda wouldn’t allow her to see what they could be doing downstairs, that Virgil could be raping his other son … why wasn’t he helping Dante? “Helloo?”

“They aren’t–”

“Dante, just open the door, we need to talk, I need to talk!”

“… upstairs,” Sparda finished, looking at his wife apprehensively. Without a word, Eva turned on her heals and went back down the stairs, leaving Sparda alone in the kitchen, his hands on his chest as he breathed heavily. He wondered what was with his wife. Did she … suspect him to be cheating on her? Well, he wasn’t … sort of. He couldn’t really tell if what he and Mundus were doing was consensual, that if his body was acting the way he had wanted it too … when his hands had been clenching Mundus’ behind … “I’ve ‘got’ to get out of here,” he said. It seemed that it was a very high chance of Eva knowing, considering how she emphasized that they were married, that they had children together.

Now was not the time to be agonizing his brains. He wished to be somewhere peaceful … or to sleep. Sleep was something he definitely needed. So, Sparda went off to his bedroom, forgetting about putting all his tea-things away as he stumbled down the hall and into his room, all the while yanking off his clothing.

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Eva found Virgil sitting in front of the door, and he looked quite exhausted. She walked up to him, and when Virgil saw his mother, he flinched.

“Virgil, are you okay, my sweet?”

“M-Mother? I’m fine. It’s Dante you should be worried about,” Virgil banged on the door, then a bang in return was heard from Dante.

“You boys aren’t arguing, are you?” she asked. Well, it was a stupid question to ask, mostly putting into consideration as to how the situation looked … it was kind of obvious they were in some form of … dispute.

“Mom?” Dante asked from behind the door. He opened it slowly, and then stumbled out of his room. Eva gasped at the recognizable scent of scotch and at the appearance of her son.

“Dante! Are you … under the influence?” she asked. She had dropped the bag she was holding, said item had the twins’ gifts inside.

“Whah? No, I’m just feeling … sick,”

“He’s drunk,” Virgil said, getting up and holding his brother to balance him, “I think perhaps he should be grounded, and under my watch at all time as well,” he looked at his brother with an expression that read ‘take that!’, and Dante glared in return. Eva glanced back and forth at her two sons, who now seemed nothing more than mere strangers. Sure, they seemed to have bickered a lot, but she sensed something very different about this and … why was Dante drinking … underage?! He is only seventeen!

Virgil was right.

-3-

“You’re right, Virgil,” Eva said, patting him on the shoulder, then backed off immediately. She was looking at Dante who didn’t have any sort of facial gratitude. Well, now, Virgil hadn’t expected his mother to agree with him.

“Mom, how could you?” Dante whimpered. It sounded as if she had killed a pet he had been good friends with, for his voice was so emotional. Of course, it was obviously just the alcohol doing this to him.

“Dante, your ‘drinking illegally’ is completely unacceptable! It’s the demon way. Act more like a human should! Not just any human, but a Christian.”

“But father’s a demon and he wouldn’t do anything like th—” Virgil put a hand over his younger brother’s mouth before he could say anymore … not that it mattered now; the damage was already done.

“What? Your father? He’s different. Oh, and we’re definitely not going to be separating, so don’t you worry now,” she touched Dante’s cheek with one small and delicate hand, and Virgil was sure that what she touched was cold and clammy, “Mommy and Daddy aren’t ever going to break up.”

Dante glanced a lazy and confused look at Virgil.

“Alright Mother, I’ll go put Dante to bed now,” Virgil motioned that his mother should leave and Eva headed for the stairs, pointing to the bag she dropped. Virgil nodded, deciding to leave it there and worry about the more important matter at hand: Dante.

“Virgil, you’re so mean,” Dante whined as Virgil placed him down on his bed, “You’re treating me like a kid.”

“It’s necessary considering that you’re acting like a child,” Virgil tucked his brother in, kissed his brother’s forehead, and got up, “And now I think it’s time we talk.”

“Talk about what?”

“Us, what we did … if you’re not sound enough now, then I shall wait until tomorrow,” Virgil sat on his own bed, putting himself in a relaxational position, “And don’t worry, I won’t be falling asleep at all tonight, for I’ll be much too busy making sure you don’t try and escape.”

“I can take you—”

“Don’t even consider trying to fight me in your condition,” Virgil warned, his eyes closed in a way that made him look deceivingly vulnerable. Dante knew that even though his brother was shutting his eyes, he would be able to hear him if he tried to escape. He might as well sleep then, hell, he was too tired to even reconsider the idea. Before he knew it, before Virgil even knew it, Dante was fast asleep.

-4-

Dante woke up with a headache, which he supposed only came natural after being drunk. It was only ten shots though. Perhaps his being part demon had strengthened the affect of the alcohol … although, you think it would do the opposite.

Dante sat up, and it was rather cold so he hugged himself, but, when he turned, his body touched something really warm. Dante turned his head at once to see the cause of this heat and found Virgil sleeping next to him, his one arm draped over Dante’s waist. (I guess Virgil didn’t keep his promise about ‘not falling asleep’ … not that Dante remembers)

“Virgil?” Dante asked, brushing his fingers through his twin’s hair, catching slightly on the gel, “Virg, wake up.”

“Hnn?” Virgil opened his eyes slowly, and that’s when Dante though, ‘my God, this is the first time I’ve ever seen him wake up…’ “Dante? Are you right in your head yet?”

“Yeah,” wait a sec … why does he even care? Why the hell is he in Dante’s bed? Dante didn’t remember a thing about last night … did he …? What did Virgil do to him?! “Virg, g-get out of my bed!”

“What? What’s wrong?”

“This! You! What did you do?!” Dante twisted slightly to stare at him perplexed, completely bewildered at what could have happened, and that he could not remember.

“I said I wasn’t going to let you escape, so–” did Virgil take advantage of Dante? (Dante gets this from his dad, I swear)

“Wh-what? You can’t just do what ever you want!” the bastard! How dare he! Dante trusted him, he fucking fell for him! And this is what he does?

“It was for your own good!” Virgil now sat up, looking at his younger brother angrily, “If I didn’t do what I did last night, you would have –”

“G-get out of my bed!!!” first he gets angry at Dante for doing him AND consensually, and now Dante find that perhaps he drugged him, since he didn’t remember anything … oh wait … the scotch … but still! He took advantage of his body! What in the world is wrong with Virgil!

“Fine, but we still have to talk,” Virgil was now out of my bed with one hand on his forehead and another hand on his hips. It looked like he was tired and had a headache … just like me … had Virgil been drinking—no fuckin way, “And you can’t say no this time.”

Did he mean to say that Dante hadn’t even agreed while he was intoxicated! (I love how Dante jumps to conclusions …)

“So?” he looked at Dante, “You ready to talk?”

“Uhn, I … sure, whatever,” Dante put his hand on his forehead; his headache was starting to get worse.

“I’m sorry about how I ignored you,” Virgil suddenly said. Dante’s heart thumped, causing him to choke on his breath. VIRGIL? He was apologizing? But why? This is totally out of character for him. Well, it wasn’t like Dante was about to forgive him ‘now’, “I just … I couldn’t fathom how … I mean, if mother really had found out, which seems most likely, then I just … I actually don’t want it to end. I know it seems like it was just for one night, but it was my first time with anyone—”

“Virgil, what are you saying?” Dante was confused, what was he saying? First he goes on about Mother then he starts yapping on about how he was a virgin?

“I just don’t want to feel like … like it was just … JUST NOTHING! Okay?”

“Oh, alright,” I looked down at my knees hidden beneath the blanket, not really hearing the words that came out of my mouth.

“I saw that when you came home drunk last night—”

“What?” God, what was with Dante!? Since when did he drink? “Is that when you decided to have your chance with me again?”

“I tried to apologize to you, for, you know, being … an ass … and, well, you didn’t accept it. You were such a mess. I got you to clean your face … sort of, and then you tried practically committing suicide down the stairs. Then once you actually got to the basement, you locked me out of the room! You said you wished … that you hadn’t any memory of … that night.”

“Virgil, I,” Oh, so he didn’t rape Dante? Now he feel a little more comfortable than before, “I must have acted like such a fucking idiot.”

“A fucking cute idiot,” Virgil said, smiling shyly. He came back over to Dante and brushed his fingers through the younger’s hair and kissed his forehead. It seemed that at the instant his lips touched Dante’s skin, his headache vanished. Dante feel kind of bad for locking his brother out of the—wait … how did he get in if Dante locked him out? (manicness is fun)

“Wait, Virgil?! S-stop!”

“What?” he looked at Dante, his eyes went from happy to extremely depressed.

“Did I let you back in?” Dante asked, suddenly noticing how heavy his brother was, and then wondering when his brother had gotten on top of him.

“Sort of,” he replied, his adorable grin brightening his face, “You came out of the room … and now you’re grounded.”

“What? Why am I grounded? Did Father—”

“Mother grounded you, she saw that you were drunk and … well, she wasn’t very pleased,” he kissed Dante’s neck, making him closed his eyes, “So now I have to keep my eyes on you at all times.”

“How quaint,” Dante said mockingly. He then held Virgil’s face, “I guess this isn’t a bad punishment.”

“I must agree,” Virgil brought his face closer and kissed Dante’s lips, oh God, Dante never thought that this would happen … again.

T.B.C.