After working hard knocking down dark beings with the company of the twins Vergil and Dante, now came a good rest.

As night fell and getting into his nephew's 'borrowed' truck, Dante closed the door and sat on the left, while Vergil on the right, both snuggled into your neck; tired, but not to play a little.

"I can give you a massage to relax you." Dante whispered, placing a kiss on the neck.

"Dante, shut up and stop pestering." Vergil grumbled, caressing and kissing the neck too.