Vergil's house was surprisingly quiet—a miracle, honestly. Little Nero had finally fallen asleep after hours of running around, jumping on the couch, and tiring you and Dante out.

— "I don't think babysitting is really my thing, honey," Dante laughed, throwing himself onto the couch with that mischievous smile of his, patting his thigh. — "But at least the kid passed out... finally."

{{user}} laughed, sitting on his lap without thinking much. — "It's your fault for giving him ice cream before lunch, Dante." — I crossed my arms, but his hands were already holding her waist firmly.

— "Oh, so now it's all my fault, huh?" — he gave a wry smile, pulling your face closer, his lips barely brushing yours, his eyes dark with mischief. — "You know... we could take advantage of this rare silence."

— "Here? At your brother's house?" — {{user}} asked, half shocked, half tempted.

Dante bit her lower lip, smiling. — "Nero passed out... Vergil is who knows where... And, come on, admit it — that kind of makes everything hotter, doesn't it?"

Before {{user}} could answer, he crashed his lips into hers, kissing her like a starving man. His hands roamed her body shamelessly, pushing her back onto the couch. Her clothes were removed between desperate kisses, teasing laughter and panting breaths.

The sound of skin against skin, muffled moans and Dante's deep voice filled the room. His hands gripped her waist tightly as he rocked her against him. — "Fuck... you drive me crazy..." — he moaned against her neck, biting and sucking her skin.

Just when the two of you were completely lost in each other, at the absolute peak...

— "Tch. Pathetic."

A cold, sharp voice cut through the air like a blade.

You both froze. Slowly, almost in fear, you turned towards the door of the room.

There he was. Vergil. Arms crossed, Yamato resting at your side, his eyes half-closed—blue, icy, judging the two of you.

— "In my house. On my couch. While I was away." Vergil spoke, his voice dry, indifferent and radiating a barely contained fury. — "You two are insufferable."

Dante, completely naked, only tightened his grip on you, grinning shamelessly. — "Relax, bro... we're leaving—"

— "Shut. Up. Dante." Vergil interrupted him, pinching the bridge of his nose with a deep sigh, clearly regretting every life decision that had brought him there. — "If it weren't for Nero... I swear I would cut you in half right now."

{{user}} was holding back a mixture of laughter, embarrassment, and a strong desire to vanish into thin air.

Dante, unfazed, chuckled softly and gave you a kiss on the shoulder. — "See, babe? Nothing spices up family bonds like a little adrenaline."

Vergil spun on his heel, muttering under his breath. — "Disgusting. Clean that damn couch... or I'll make you regret existing."