Two Halves of One Whole

Chapter 6
“Going Home”

Vergil woke what seemed like minutes after falling asleep. He lolled his head to the side and looked at the alarm clock with sleepy eyes. It took him a moment to register the numbers on it, realize it was nearly three in the morning. The time his younger twin told him they needed to get up.

The older half looked at his brother. Dante was on his stomach, half on Vergil, and half off. Dante’s left leg was in between Vergil’s own legs. His left arm was on his chest and face buried in his shoulder, letting off a light purring snore.

This made Vergil smile gently, happy to be with his twin again. But just as quick as his smile came it faded when he sat up, causing Dante to slide down onto the bed with a groan. Vergil watched his twin roll over and fall back to sleep quickly.

The older twin let out an exasperated sigh and stepped out of the bed and looked back at his brother.

The moment he left the bed, Dante’s brows furrowed a bit and he stopped snoring. Dante obviously slept different without his older twin. This gave Vergil a twinge of sadness in his heart at the thirteen years he caused Dante pain.

The young twin frowned feeling this sorrow and rolled onto his side and settled back down quietly.

No more was the elder twin going to leave his lover. Vergil took a deep breath and dressed, feeling better at his renewed vow to himself.

After dressing the older twin leaned over Dante, his hair falling into his eyes and shook him, “Dante. Come on time to get up.” He said softly.

Dante wriggled away and curled into a tight ball under the covers then made a tiny grunting noise, “not yet mom…” he said sleepily.

Vergil rolled his eyes and shoved him hard in the shoulder, “Wake up.” He ordered sternly.

The young twin curled up into a tighter ball and made a small incoherent grunt and fell still again, drifting back off into a light sleep.

The older twin gave an exasperated sigh and rolled Dante onto his back. He then covered his mouth and nose with his hands, cutting off his breathing.

Dante started to squirm slowly at first then started thrashing lightly. Seeing this, the dark twin released him then shoved his lover off the bed hard, causing him to thud hard onto the floor.

He scratched his head then stretched and yawned, “What did ya do that for?” Dante whined tiredly.

Vergil gave a hint of a soft smile for a split second, “You are still stubborn to wake.” He replied calmly, smoothing back his hair.

Dante gave a dirty grin to his brother, “Ya know… You could have just sucked me off or fucked me to wake me up.” He suggested in a seductive voice.

The older twin grinned wickedly, “Now if I did that we would have missed our plane. Besides, those options were too tempting and too easy.” He explained airily. “Come on, dress we have to leave.”

The young twin sighed then stood and stretched again when Vergil left the room. He looked down at the bed and saw blood on the sheets where he slept from his leg wound. Dante quickly covered it and pulled his pants before his older twin could walk back in. “I can’t let him see me injured still…” he thought to himself shamefully as he finished pulling on the rest of his clothes.

Vergil walked back into the room with his brother’s weapons. “Are you ready to leave?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

Dante took his guns and holstered them at his side then swung Rebellion onto his back and walked out of the room, making an effort to not limp, no matter how much the deep leg wound had hurt him.

Vergil followed his younger twin out and shut the door quietly. “Lead the way Dante.” He stated.

The demon-hunter nodded and lead his brother out of the building and towards the airport.


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During the long silent walk, the elder twin couldn’t help but notice a very slight limp in his brother’s walk. He let his eyes trail down from the back of his head where he was staring to the wound that was on his leg that night.

Vergil saw fresh blood soaking through the back of Dante’s red pants every time they walked through the light of a street lamp. He frowned knowing his little brother was attempting to hide such a hindering injury. He would definitely look at it closer when they arrived at Dante’s home.


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The twins finally had arrived at the tarmac of the Boston airport no more that thirty minutes after leaving the hotel.

Dante quickly and with hidden pain, climbed the steps into the small two-engine plane, followed by Vergil and sat down. “Not too much longer now and we will be home again.” The young twin commented.

Vergil nodded in response and closed his eyes to get some rest on the flight home.