Getting what I want

A/N: This is AU and probably OOC. This is my first fanfic of this type, or any for that matter, so be nice please ^-^

Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry or its characters.

Dante leant back in his chair and watched as Vergil leaned over the pool table to better take his shot from half lidded eyes. He couldn’t help but find the sight of the strong contours of his brother’s body alluring. He leant back a little more, casually and feigning sleep to try to see better the curve of Vergil’s spine, the dip of his lower back just above the top of his jeans and imagine what it would feel like to run his fingers along that spine, and across his back, feeling the lines of his muscles underneath his fingers, the tensing of those said muscles as he brushed a sensitive spot, whilst brushing Vergil’s lips with his own…

He was jolted from his pleasant thoughts by the phone’s loud intrusive ring. Trish got to the phone before Dante.

“They have the password. Time to take out the trash.” Trish told them grabbing Sparda from the wall.

Dante was on his feet and had his coat on. “Time to party. Too bad Verge, your turn to miss out on the fun.”

“I had all the fun last time, I wouldn’t want to deprive you.” Vergil smiled at his twin as he watched them go out the door.

People were running down the street screaming as Dante and Trish arrived. “Oh hell.” Dante cursed as he realised what the soft thing underneath his boot was. He stepped back scraping his boot onto the pavement. The smell of blood filled the air in a choking stench. Dante could feel his demonic blood rising in anticipation for the upcoming battle.

The reptilian like demons were swarming the street, cutting people down and disembowelling them with their sharp claws where they fell. The street ran red and the ground became slick with the blood and innards of the fallen victims, so much so that Dante and Trish struggled to keep their footing as they waded into the throng cutting the demons down around them.

Dante cut down the last remaining demon and ignored it at his feet as it writhed in it’s death throes before it’s body disappeared. He stood back admiring their handiwork, looking at Trish he smiled at her. “Good work. Shame we can’t do anything for these poor bastards.” He looked around at what had just a short while ago living breathing human beings and was now a bloody mess on the ground.

“I need a shower.” Dante complained as he walked over to Trish.

Trish laughed. “Me too, but I’d be content to have one on my own.”

Dante looked at her. “What exactly do you mean by that?”

“I saw you this morning Dante. Watching him. He’s not interested, now matter how much you may want him. He loves you, but as a brother.” Trish gave him a sympathetic look.

“Don’t you think I don’t fucking know that? Thanks for rubbing my nose in it Trish.” Dante glared at her, though he wasn’t really angry with her. He was frustrated that he had to keep how he felt to himself, he knew and did appreciate that Trish was actually concerned for him.

“I’m sorry. I just think it’s about time you turned your daydreams to something that is more realistic. I hate to see you torture yourself over this. Vergil would probably agree if he ever noticed.”

“Vergil would beat the crap outta me if he noticed.” Dante laughed sadly.
“I know, but you’re going to have to beat yourself up over it later. We’re surrounded by human remains standing here with swords. The law are going to be asking questions if we don’t get moving.” Trish warned.

“Good point, babe. Let’s get going.” Dante agreed.

Heading back, they turned a corner into a smaller alleyway, but before they could get very far they were suddenly confronted by a dark purple smoke like substance with a very small impish looking demon sat in midair in the centre.

“Hey, I get to play again before I get home.” Dante said, grinning.

“I’d keep back, Dante.” Trish warned, but it was too late.

Before anyone could do anything the imp demon had pointed it’s finger at Dante. “Play? You want to play? Then go play!” There was a sudden darkening of everything around them and the imp demon had disappeared.

“What the hell was all that about?” Dante said. Then suddenly he stopped. “Is that my voice? What the hell happened to my voice?!”

Trish stood there laughing. “I did warn you not to get to close. Imp demon’s aren’t generally a threat, they’re just…mischievous. But you are quite pretty as a girl.” She doubled over, laughter getting the better of her.

“I’m a what?!” Dante looked down at himself. His chest now filled out in a way it wasn’t before. All his clothes felt too big, and his trousers certainly didn’t fit his waist anymore. As he bent his head forward, silver hair fell forward, strands coming to just above his waist. “My hair! Wha…?” He stood there and pouted. “I cannot be a bloody woman. Fuck!” He kicked at the pavement nearly causing his now too big boot to come off. “Man, this is not happening to me.”

“Dante, calm down.” Trish giggled. “It’ll wear off, imps don’t leave permanent spells, they’re not powerful enough. You’ve only got to put up with it for a day or so.”

“Put up with this? How? Jeez, this sucks.”

Trish looked thoughtful. “You know, you could have some fun with this.”

“Yeah, I could spend the next twenty four hours with a mirror.” he said sarcastically.

“I was thinking more along the lines of Vergil.” Trish explained.

Realisation dawned. “Hell, yes.” Dante smiled. “Hang on, I walk in like this, he’ll know it’s me.” He sighed. “Who am I kidding? He’ll know it’s me anyway. How many people have this hair colour?”

“Don’t worry. Vergil’s supposed to be going out for a while. We’ll use that time to get you sorted out. Luckily, you seem to be the same size as me so you can borrow my stuff. And as for your hair colour, either we can dye it temporarily, or you can leave it and hope Vergil doesn‘t pay that much attention. As he seems oblivious to your looking at him, I‘d be amazed if he noticed your hair colour.”

“I feel so awkward in this body. It feels wrong.”

“Stop worrying, you’ll be fine. Take a little while to adjust and you’ll find it’s no different than being a man.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning most of it comes naturally.” Trish explained. “I’ll go back first and check the coast is clear, then I’ll come back and let you know when he’s gone.”

Dante hung about hoping Trish wouldn’t be long. As luck would have it, Trish returned almost instantly. “He’s out. Come on, lets get you back quick before he returns.”

Returning to Devil May Cry, Dante shed his clothes, showered and dressed. He was tempted to spend quite some time in the shower with this new body of his, but Trish had been right to yell at him through the door. He was limited on time until Vergil returned.

Dante felt strange and possibly for the first time ever, slightly self-conscious as Trish helped him dress. Trish had found a light blue dress that suited his new shape. It showed off his now long shapely legs to best advantage. Much to his relief, the shoes Trish gave him to wear were flat, he really hadn’t relished the idea of trying to learn to walk in heels, and end out embarrassing himself by landing on his face.

Trish tried not to fall about laughing as she done Dante’s make-up for him. It took her all her concentration to not poke him in the eye with the kohl pencil, or the mascara brush. Dante, for his part tried not to fidget too much, though trying to stop his eyes watering with someone holding a pencil and trying to, as he saw it, draw that closely to his eye, took effort. For the first time, he found himself in genuine sympathy for the trouble women went to.

Trish was enjoying herself, she’d almost forgotten it was Dante. The chance to do something practically ‘girly’ was a rare thing indeed, certainly living with the testosterone levels of the twins. She relished the chance to have some female company, even if it was Dante.

Dante looked at her, Trish’s face said everything. “If you think I’m going to start talking about boys with you and watching a sappy chick flick whilst eating chocolate and enough ice-cream to sink a small fleet, think again. I’m only going into this role so far and that’s it.”

Trish looked positively crestfallen. “I was thinking nothing of the sort.” She pouted. “Don’t forget I’m trying to do you a favour here.”

Dante smiled at her. “I know babe, and I appreciate it.”

Trish smiled back. “I know you do. Now lets do something with your hair.”

Vergil came in through the main door to the office of Devil May Cry. The place was quiet. Strange. He thought. He would have expected Trish and Dante to be back by now but there was no sign of them. He strode across the room and hung his coat on the rack near the door leading to the back of the place. Listening carefully he could hear nothing of them there so he went over to the pool table to set it up for another game while he waited for the other two to return.

He hadn’t been back long when he heard the door click open softly as Trish walked in. “Where’s Dant…” before he could finish the sentence, his breath was almost taken away as the woman behind Trish followed her in. The blue dress perfectly set off the colour of her eyes, her hair was loosely tied up with long loosely curled bangs coming down the sides softening the effect and framing a face that was stunning to look at.

Trish smiled. “Hi Vergil. Dante’s got some things he wants to take care of. He said he’d be back later.”

“Okay.” Vergil replied. He held his hand out to the woman. “Hi, I’m Vergil. And you are?”

“Oh, that was rude of me. Here I’ll let you introduce yourself.” Trish stepped to one side slightly.

“Hi, I’m Dan..Danielle.” Dante hadn’t thought of what he’d call himself. He silently cursed himself for nearly falling before he’d even started. He hoped he’d come across more as shy rather than stupid.

“Nice to meet you.” Vergil said. “So what you two doing this evening?” He directed the question to Trish.

“That’s what I came to ask you. Danielle is new to the area, and I said I’d keep her company tonight, but Dante needs me to do something for him that can’t wait. So I suggested bringing Danielle to meet you, I thought maybe, as it’s your day off, you wouldn’t mind taking my place.”

Vergil looked at the girl standing next to Trish. “Hey, why not. I don’t mind.”

“Thanks Verge, you’re a life saver.” Trish turned to ‘Danielle’. “Don’t worry Hon, he’ll take good care of you. I’m really sorry at having to desert you like this.”

“That’s okay. I’ll be fine.” Dante smiled. “I’ll see you later.”

“ ’Kay.” Trish left.

“So, what do you fancy doing?” Vergil asked.

“I really don’t mind.” Dante replied. He knew what he wanted to do, but he could hardly voice his thoughts.

Vergil smiled at Dante. “I’m sure we’ll find something we can do.”