InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Devils and Demons ❯ Brother versus Wife ( Chapter 3 )

Devils and Demons
Pairings: Sesshoumaru/Inuyasha, Vergil/Dante
Disclaimer: The characters of InuYasha are not mine, they are the property of Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise, and Viz. Nor do I own any Devil May Cry characters, they belong to Capcom. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

W A R N I N G: This is about male pregnancy (possibly) and male/male relationships which includes incest. I'm letting you know now what the relationships WILL contain. So, if you are AGAINST such pairings, please find something else more to your liking, you have been warned.

Flames will be ignored.

Beta-read by: Hitokimi. Thanks a bunch for taking on another story with me (smiles). Any mistakes after she has finished her work are mine

 

Summary: Trish has found something that she really shouldn't have found. Unfortunately, her unexpected visitor confirms her growing fear.

 

oOoOoOo

 

Chapter 3: Brother versus Wife

A tall figure stood outside of the establishment, Devil May Cry. His blue suede duster fluttered behind him as the wind kicked it up revealing long muscular legs covered by knee high brown suede boots.

 

The silver haired man quietly entered the building not bothering to knock. Why bother knocking when the door wasn't locked anyway? Quicksilver eyes darted across the room not locating the owner of the place. Somewhere in the shop, he could hear another faint heart beat, so walking toward it he had questions for whoever he came upon.

 

Trish paused mid-way in cleaning the kitchen, when she felt a familiar demonic aura. Smiling brightly as the footfalls of her husband neared, Trish turned around to properly welcome him back home, not once realizing that the mission was over entirely too quick.

 

“Goodness, Dante, what'd you do? Hack up the town for-” Trish stopped, starring wide-eyed at…“VERGIL! What the hell are you doing here?”

 

The older Sparda twin glared at the blond who tried to hug him. “I'm here to claim what is rightfully mine.”

 

“Force Edge is over there, so take it and leave! You're not wanted or welcomed here,” Trish all but yelled.

 

Vergil closed the open space between them. He ran his fingers through silky flaxen tresses.

 

“I didn't come for my Father's sword, but since it is mine I will take it along with my other possession.”

 

Vergil removed his hand from Trish's hair and extended it out toward the demon blade. The sword vigorously rattled on its hooks behind Dante's desk - its owner was calling it. Force Edge sailed through the air with blinding speed and into Vergil's outstretched hand; he twirled it around his body like liquid then handled the sword with precise wrist movements before strapping it to his back very much in the same manner as his twin.

 

His energy crackled around him dancing down his body as Force Edge exploded with power - recognizing which Sparda possessed it. Once Vergil's energy settled, he narrowed his steel gaze at the female in front of him.

 

“Where.is.my.brother?” he demanded through clenched teeth.

 

Trish opened her mouth only to snap it shut. She refused to tell him the whereabouts of her husband.

 

“No.”

 

“No?”

 

“There is no damn way I'm going to tell you where Dante is.”

 

The other casually walked around the room almost ignoring what she said. He spotted their wedding photograph on the desk. Dante made a stunning groom. Dressed in a black and white tux, for once out of his red leather, but the dark colors didn't suit his younger brother, no matter how sexy he looked in formal attire.

 

“Do you really believe that he loves you?” Vergil asked in a bored tone as he stared down at the picture.

 

“I know for a fact that he does,” Trish adamantly hissed back, wondering why he would ask a stupid question like that.

 

Dark melodic laughter filled the shop's living room joined office space.

 

“Foolish girl…Dante only married you to keep you close, because you bear a strong resemblance to our Mother.”

 

“LAIR! He loves me!”

 

“Really? Has he ever told you so? Has he ever screamed out your name in heated passion? No of course not. My brother loves you as one might love a mother,” Vergil mocked. He continued on with his hurtful tongue. “Dante is in love with me.”

 

“You're sick! You're wrong for forcing Dante to be with you,” she fired back remembering the photos she saw of Vergil dominating his brother - forcing Dante to submit to his sinful lust.

 

“Is that what you think? I forced myself upon him.”

 

“No one least of all any parent would consent to their children having that type of a relationship!”

 

“It must be hard living among righteous mortals?” he asked.

 

“Have you lived with them for so long that you forgot how demon society works? Dante and I are devils following our mating instincts. Naturally, he would bed you considering that some of my genetic make-up is imprinted in you. How do you think Mundus was able to create you? My DNA flows in your veins. My scent and allure is cemented in your being - that is why my brother married you - to keep me close to his heart.”

 

Tears slowly descended from azure eyes. “Stop it! Dante is MY husband! MINE! He belongs to ME!”

 

The former General continued with his taunting. “Dante is your husband in name only, but he is my mate in body and soul. Haven't you ever wondered about the mark on his neck?”

 

Giving pause to the question, Trish did think about the strange markings on the base of Dante's neck. The jagged scars resembled teeth indentations but there were too many to be considered human.

 

Devils and Demons were known for their rapid healing ability. Why would those scars not heal on Dante? Trish was tempted on several occasions to ask the stoic devil hunter, but didn't and now wished she had.

 

“Since I'm seeing the curious look in your eyes I'll take that as a no. You never asked - probably too afraid of what the answer would be, but since I'm more than willing to explain I'll tell you. The mark upon Dante's shoulder is my claim of ownership over him.”

 

Shaking her head negatively, Trish felt as if she was in some type of weird sci-fi movie.

 

“How could you do something as vile and disgusting as that?”

 

Vergil knew he struck a nerve with her. Smiling boldly, he answered, “It was quite easy after the euphoric rush I got following his claiming of me.”

 

Her stomach clenched painfully. Trish willed for her food to stay down - she gagged a few times. Her breathing now labored her head was spinning with the room.

 

“You bastard!”

 

In an instant, Yamato was at her throat. “I'm done wasting my time. Where is Dante? Remember, Trish, you are mortal now.” Vergil threatened, “I can kill you with a flick of my wrist.”

 

Conceding in defeat, Trish said, “Tokyo. He went to the Sunset Shrine in Tokyo.”

 

Vergil promptly re-sheathed his sword letting Trish slump to her feet then left without a word of thanks.

 

The hard wood floor darkened as it was drenched with Trish's free flowing tears. Loud sobs shook her body as she wrapped her arms around herself, gently rocking back and worth to calm down from her encounter with Vergil.

 

Never had any one been so spiteful as the older twin. But then he was a half-breed, she couldn't imagine what he would be like if he was a full demon. Vergil suppressed his human emotions for better than Dante.

 

The younger twin would always remind her of how hard it was to keep his non-human side from taking over: `Emotions are what define a person' -he told her once and she believed it, and it was with that belief she would be able to keep the man she loved by her side.

 

There was no way possible of Vergil luring Dante from her. For all she knew, the older Sparda son could have been telling lies just to unhinge her.

 

But that didn't mean she trusted Vergil either. He had a way to bend people to his will, manipulate them with his low mesmerizing voice. She shook her head to clear it. Even as his voice echoed in her mind she drifted away not feeling quite herself.

 

With her decision made, she swiftly packed a bag and locked down the shop - she was going to Japan.

 

oOo TBC oOo

 

A/N: So, tell me what you think? Seems like Trish is going to fight for her man, but will she win? Vergil is adamant as well to keep a hold on Dante. Well, there's only one way to find out what happens and that is to stay tuned for the next chapter.

 

Nemesis

 

oOo Teaser for Chapter 4 oOo

 

“The young man was here but left. Where? I don't know. Now, go and leave my family in peace.”

 

“Very well. I will go, but if you're lying…let's just say the devil in me has a mean streak that loves a little blood shed.”

 

Vergil prepared to leave the shrine when Force Edge roared to life making him stop.