I am SO sorry for not updating anything you guys. Our apartment was evacuated on the 17th due to excessive flooding (I live in Wisconsin if you've been watching the news) so I have been living in several different places since then. Never fear though, the water is now finally receding, and we're lucky it didn't get into our apartment. We just kind of have a river sized mote around it...lmao We found a backwoods trail into the place, so I'm finally back home!

So as thanks for sticking with me I decided I would write the continuation of my oneshot "Forced". You guys kept saying Dante should get his revenge, and what can I say. I agree! lol

If you are a newbie, please read my oneshot "Forced" to understand what is happening here. I'm hoping this one will be as liked as Forced was, and I may even continue it if enough people want to know where it goes from the end of here. After all, I love nothing more than writing Dante and Vergil bickering...lmao Basically I left it open purposely in case I get more ideas on where to take it!

So enjoy, and hopefully it will tide you over until I can get more work done on my other current stories. :)

Revenge!

Dante stormed down into the village like a bat out of hell with a deep sneer on his face and broken shackles hanging from his wrists. He was going to find Vergil and KILL him for leaving him there! He involuntarily shivered as he could still feel the spider crawling on him during the two hour horror fest Vergil had left him to. Finally, under great force of will Dante had been able to pull himself from the wall and squash the spider that had seen and touched things saved for women exclusively.

Vergil was still in town, so he would have to be careful because Vergil would know he was coming. He tracked him to a familiar Inn so he now sat and contemplated his next move. He couldn't go charging in, guns a blazing because of all the humans that were in the place. For the most part Vergil would leave them alone unless provoked. He hurried quickly across the street and pressed himself against the wall just as Vergil appeared in one of the windows. No doubt he knew Dante was close, but Dante wasn't about to be caught. Not until he had some fun with the old prude, and he had an idea he knew just how to go about it.

Dante waited for 20 minutes just to be sure. By the feel on the air Vergil had not fled from the inn, which Dante knew he wouldn't. Vergil wasn't afraid of Dante, and "fleeing" even when faced with a potential enemy was not his style anyway. Of course it only made Dante's plan that much easier.

He went around the back to where the kitchen door was open to allow smoke and delicious smells waft into the air. It reminded him he hadn't eaten anything in days and that he would kill for even a crumb of what was cooking within. He had to remember his reason for being there though.

"Hey Maurice! You in there?" Dante asked in a semi loud tone. He heard footsteps from within and then a white billow of a man's gut turned the corner. Out of the deliciousness stepped a red haired man who had obviously been sampling too much of his own food.

"Dante?" He wheezed as he waddled over towards the open doorway.

"No, it's your mother... Who else?" He quipped. Dante had managed to make quite a few acquaintances over his years as a Devil Hunter. Maurice, while his portly roundness failed to show it now, was once one. Although in his old age and retirement he preferred to vanquish large helpings of food in a single swoop than demons. Dante had actually been staying at this very Inn run by Maurice and his wife when he caught wind of Vergil prior to their incarceration together.

"Where'd you go? Jenna thought you were stiffing us when you didn't come back to pay your bill." Maurice said staring at Dante suspiciously.

"She took the money in my duffle, didn't she?" he groaned.

"Every last cent. You'll get it back of course now that you've returned but you know how it is. So where did you go?"

"It's a long story I really am not up for sharing. Listen, you guys can keep that money if you help me out with something." Dante said motioning for Maurice to come outside of the door. "I need you to find me something."

"Oh, this can't be good." Maurice chuckled, his big belly bouncing in time with his laughter. Dante pulled from within his jacket a small picture and handed it to him. "Care to explain the shackles?"

"No." Dante said resolutely as he pushed the image into Maurice's hand and pulled his own back with a tinkle of chain. "You've seen Vergil yet?"

"Of course! He's kind of hard to miss when he's practically stabbing you to death with his eyes. Scared the new girl half to death. Poor thing didn't know whether to blush or flee in terror!"

"You'll have to introduce me then." Dante winked. "I want you to get this for me, tonight." Dante continued as he pointed to a specific part of the picture. "And it HAS to be exactly the same."

"This is..." Maurice groaned as he stared pointedly at the picture. "You'll get us all killed!"

"I swear I will take the full brunt of this. I am determined to get back at him if it's the last thing I do..." Dante growled through a grin. Maurice sighed.

"I'm guessing this probably will be the last you ever do," he responded in a defeated tone.

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He had been feeling really good. One of the first times in years he could remember feeling so high in terms of his mood. The look on Dante's face had been perfect as he left his younger half chained in the dank and dirty room. But alas... nothing golden can stay...

He sensed his brother almost immediately. The sense of him becoming clearer and clearer all the time. Dante would undoubtedly come after him for what he'd done, but if the idea of that scared Vergil then he wouldn't have done it in the first place or bothered to stay so near where he had left Dante. He practically DARED Dante to try and provoke a fight within the human town they both were in now. He'd even stayed at the same Inn his brother had been staying. He was interested to see what childish revenge Dante would try and pull on him. Nothing could top what Vergil had done, because Vergil didn't play the same games Dante did.

He was polishing Yamato when there was a knock on his door.

"Who is it?" He growled at being interrupted.

"Uhhh, dinner sir." A woman's voice came from just outside the door. He considered just not answering, but it had been several days since he'd eaten. Always too interested in other things to consider his human needs to the point he would push his body to its limits. This had caused horrible effects on his strength and abilities. He had to force himself to eat most times just to make sure he had the strength. If he did not eat something chances were Dante could take advantage of this and knowing his luck probably would.

"Enter!" Vergil yelled without batting an eye. He heard the door open, the shuffle of feet, clothing, and a tinkle of glass against glass. He did not look up however. "Set it anywhere."

More shuffling as she looked for room and then he could feel her eyes on him. He groaned and turned to look at the pretty maid standing unsure by the door.

"What's the problem?" He barked, causing the girl to start.

"T-there's no place to set it down, Sir," she said in a small voice. Vergil turned and noticed that indeed he had filled every table top with papers, books and weaponry.

"On the bed then if you must," he said as he waved dismissively at her. She paused for a moment and moved towards the bed. He watched her closely. She was probably 17 or 18, short and frail looking. Like the type of girl who was afraid of her own shadow. She had soft features though that he found he enjoyed looking at.

He wasn't the type to pay much attention to women in general, as they only served as a distraction. He did not understand the creatures at all, and preferred to avoid interaction at all costs. The idea of all those female eyes that followed him as he walked down the street made him shiver, because to look back at them he would see in there eyes what they were imagining. The very idea of them thinking he would... It was absurd! Yet, he continued to stare at the young girl as felt his face warm and his hands clasp together.

He could not deny food or water to survive, but his lust was one thing he had 100 control over. It was hard, but he always managed to come out on top. Normally avoiding other people completely to keep his more carnal needs in check.

The girl bent forward to place the tray down and Vergil watched a long strand of dirty blonde hair fall off her shoulder and obscure the side of her face. His eyes darkened and he clenched his teeth to match his hands. He was no good with women, a nerve Dante had touched upon while they were locked away. For all the charm Dante appeared to have Vergil himself had absolutely zero and was more prone to walk away to save face than to attempt anything. Damn Dante...

He realized he was staring and it only seemed to put her more on edge. She almost spilled her trays contents across his clean linens. Her reflexes though were quick and she finally managed to set the tray down. She turned and caught his eye for a split second before looking to the floor and moving for the door.

"Wait." he said not believing he had said anything. The girl froze and turned back to him.

"Yes?" She asked nervously. Vergil was internally berating himself. YOU are in control! Stop acting like an imbecile!

"Nothing, you may go."

It was all he could think to say, and so the girl bowed herself out of the room quietly and Vergil tried with difficulty to remember why he had been so happy in the first place. Damn Dante!

Vergil woke the next morning after a restless night of sleeping for a few minutes, waking to work, only to fall asleep at his desk. He couldn't remember feeling as groggy as he did this morning. He planned to head out though semi-disappointed that Dante had not bothered to come after him. He could've used a good fight. Or in the case of fighting with Dante, a person to beat up on.

He dressed himself and left the room, determined to run a few errands before packing up and leaving this place for good. He had to smirk at finding that Dante was still in town as he could sense him nearby. Perhaps Dante had more in store for him after all.

He crossed the entrance area when suddenly he heard his name.

"Vergil?"

He turned to see the young lady from the other night standing just behind him. He turned and raised an eyebrow at her. When exactly did he tell her his name? She stepped forward with a coy smile and blushing red cheeks as she gazed up at him.

"I, um, just wanted to say that last night was wonderful...," she whispered between them, almost unable to meet his eyes without faltering. He was going to question what she had been drinking when she swooped up and kissed him on his bare cheek. She took off towards the door, stopping once to turn and smile at him brightly.

Vergil stood bewildered and flushed red. A...human...girl... KISSED HIM! He was contaminated! He quickly scrubbed at his cheek until it hurt to help ease the growling from within. He paused to think about weaponry, willing the feelings of warmth spreading through him to suppress. Thank god he was leaving this awful place!

He stepped out into the bright sun of day and noticed, yet again, eyes upon him. He ignored it of course as he always did. He wandered down the street and into the market place to get some supplies before he left. He headed for a fruit stand, finding that food at least to his liking.

"Have a sweet tooth, do you?" A fiery red head asked from behind the booth. Vergil ignored her to the best of his ability and continued browsing. "Once you've tried my fruits, you'll never go elsewhere again darling." Vergil almost choked partway through a swallow at the overwhelming honey mixed in with the woman's voice. Vergil stared at her offended, and she only picked up two large honeydew melons. "Largest and firmest melons in miles." She added putting them just up to her breasts.

Vergil squirmed uncomfortably and swallowed again. What the HELL was wrong with this woman! Then out of nowhere he felt someone pinch his butt. Vergil turned around aghast, but the crowd was so thick it could've been ANYONE! He felt arms come up to encircle his back from behind.

"Same time tonight lover?" The red headed fruit peddler whispered in his ear. Vergil practically jumped out of his skin as he felt the woman pressing her breasts into his back!

"Get off of me!" He growled as he whirled around to push the woman away. She gave him a harsh look.

"That wasn't what you said last night Vergil!" The lady yelled at him looking affronted.

"Vergil?!" A mass cry sounded his name from almost every corner of the market. All the shouts coming from women.

Vergil pushed his way through the crowd and took off down the street. He heard his name everywhere as he tried so hard to avoid contact. His blood was racing, his heart throbbing... as well as other less used organs.

What he needed to do was get away. Obviously the entire female populace had gone stark raving mad!

As he rounded a corner however the lapels of his coat were yanked forward and suddenly he was being pushed into a wooden shed. He fell into a pile of hay and was about to reach for Yamato when someone straddled his lap and began to kiss him hard. His eyes widened as he felt hands fumbling with his belt buckle and a warm tongue force its way into his mouth.

"I've missed you," a seductive voice sighed against his lips and he tasted something sweet. He groaned in protest as he tried to restrain the hands fumbling their way to his suddenly attentive lower half. "I couldn't wait any longer Vergil."

Hands pressed him back as the full weight of the woman on him pressed down. Vergil again tried to protest, but his cries died as she kissed him again. For a woman her strength was downright inhuman. He finally managed to turn her over and pin her beneath him, but she wouldn't stop trying to get him undressed.

"Stop it!" He growled when she grabbed onto his buttocks with both hands and squeezed.

"Let me see your sword," she grinned as she gazed naughtily at him. "I'll be your sheath, remember?" She chuckled. Vergil stared at her, wondering what Yamato had to do with any of this when she suddenly thrust her hand down his pants and took hold of the sword on her mind.

Vergil jumped out of his skin as his face suddenly felt like it was on fire. He quickly pushed her back and stood to flee out the door. It must've looked odd to see a grown man running down the street, trying desperately to button up his pants as he went. Especially when the group of ladies who had been chasing him before caught sight of him again and took chase.

"What is wrong with all of you?!" Vergil growled huffily at the crowd as he entered a random house and locked the door behind him. He was sweaty, overly warm, and feeling aroused despite it all. Something definitely was wrong here.

"In some trouble?"

Vergil turned and almost fell to the ground at seeing the elderly woman staring at him questionably.

"I assure you, I am not here to harm you. If you would give me shelter long enough to escape this crowd I would gladly repay your kindness," he said in the most gentlemanly voice he could muster. He was beyond caring at this point, and what he needed now was a few moments to regain his thoughts.

"Of course, please have a seat." The old woman smiled kindly and offered him a wing backed chair. Vergil fell into it gratefully with a long sigh as he tried to catch his breath. He placed his hands in his lap as he realized his "sword" had not conceded to the fact it was not getting used this day and he felt himself swallow hard as he tried to think of weaponry again. Problem was thinking of swords made the hay tumbler's words come back to him and it only made it worse! He wiped his face with his hand and jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Are you all right?" The old woman asked with a concerned look.

"Yes, thank you. I just am tense is all, it shall pass," he responded.

"Well, allow me to help Vergil."

He felt both her hands on his shoulders begin to rub. Vergil suddenly tensed and stood to face her, the chair in between them

"How do you know my name?!" He growled. "I never told it to you!"

"Don't play coy with me boy. You may have slipped through my fingers last night, but not today."

In one fell swoop she dropped her dress to the ground and Vergil got an eyeful of something he never thought he would have to see.

"Ooops," she chuckled with a mischevious glint in her eyes. "Come to Grandma..."

It certainly did the trick in squashing his erection as he covered his face and turned to leave. As he stepped outside though he ran right into the group of ladies who had been waiting for him outside. They closed a circle around him.

"Back off!" Vergil snarled as he swept Yamato in a circular motion around him. The women shrieked and jumped backwards, leaving him confined to a much bigger circle. He was breathing like a raging bull and considering his next move. It was then, amongst the overwhelming scent of pheromones that Vergil felt someone else.

He turned towards the roof of the building to his left, and there outlined in light by the sun was a figure sitting. Legs clad in red hung over the side, kicking to and fro like that of a playful child. Slightly hunched at the back to gaze down at him under a mop of messy white hair. Dante grinned at him before he began to clap, whistle and cat call from the roof.

"I should have KNOWN!" Vergil seethed. Dante stepped off the roof as if he were merely stepping down a step and landed without issue on the ground just on the outside of Vergil's circle of doom.

"Oh c'mon Verge! It's obviously your animal magnetism!" Dante laughed deviously. "Ladies! Did I mention he's single?"

An outcry came from the surrounding crowd of women who were damn well sure they had already staked their claim on him. Vergil vanished and reappeared to push his brother up against the nearest housing, causing a window to break at the sheer force. Dante only continued to grin.

"Revenge is a bitch… Well, several apparently." Dante deadpanned.

"Make them stop!" Vergil commanded through clenched teeth. When Dante only continued to smirk at him with no response he pulled his brother forward and faced him to the crowd. He grabbed his hair and pulled it back. "It was HIM!" He yelled out to the confused ladies.

"Hey, knock it off!" Dante growled, finally struggling. Understanding was dawning on their faces as they looked from the cold eyes of Vergil to the ones of the man he was holding. Twins…

"He played you ALL in some childish attempt at revenge. He USED you!"

"Vergil, shut up! You're only making it worse!" Dante growled in a low warning voice at his brother. The faces before them were becoming angry, and the sudden chatter began to sound like a group of angry hornets droning.

"If it will get them off of me and onto you then I'm all for it." Vergil said smugly, finally feeling some sense of control coming back to him.

"Wow, you really are an idiot Vergil. You really know nothing about women do you?" Dante replied exasperated. Vergil didn't reply, only tried to think of what Dante meant. It didn't take long though for him to understand.

"It was BOTH of them!"

A loud voice rang out above the chatter and everything went quiet at this. Vergil looked up stupefied at this line of thinking. They couldn't possibly believe that?!

"You just couldn't keep your big mouth shut, could you Verge?" Dante groaned as the circle began moving to close them in.

"You're on your own Dante." Vergil said smugly. He would just teleport out of the crowd and leave Dante to the mercy of the female populace. Dante however had other plans. He turned on a dime and clamped enchanted, cold steel around Vergil's wrist. The two brothers were now cuffed together. "Dante, you idiot!" Vergil growled. Dante reached up and snagged the bobby pin from Vergil's collar.

"You're not going anywhere without me Verge." Dante grinned. "I knew these things would come in handy again."

Vergil growled and teleported anyway, causing Dante to experience first hand just how unnatural it felt for someone who had never really worked on that ability. It was uncomfortable and made him feel nauseous. They appeared on the roof above the crowd to angry hisses from the people below.

Without warning Vergil pulled Yamato on Dante, sending it soaring at him. Dante tried to move out of the way, but he was CUFFED to his attacker. He hadn't thought of that at the time. This would take some maneuvering on his part. He bent backwards, missing the blade and kicking his legs to hit Vergil in the chest. Problem was by bending back he pulled Vergil's upper half with him and kicked his lower out from under him. They landed on the roof one on top of the other. Dante pushed at Vergil, Vergil pushed at Dante. It was so awkward having to fight with so small of space, barely able to get a leg up to kick or pull back far enough to make a good punch.

Even when Vergil regained Yamato the most he could do was swing it sideways, which Dante blocked easily. The crowd below just watched as the two attempted acrobatics that usually ended up making the one or both of them fall over. They went from two beautifully choreographed fighters, to two men who could give the three stooges a run for their money.

"This is pointless," Vergil growled as he untangled himself from his brother after falling again. Dante had learned that if Vergil attacked him he could just feign falling and knock Vergil out of his defensive stance. It was amusing him to no end, and only making Vergil angrier. Vergil smacked him on the back of the head for good measure, because he couldn't seem to get at him any other way.

They sat on the roof looking down at the ladies who looked like they were out for blood now, not knowing which the real culprit was.

"I can't believe you'd go this far for revenge. You are so pathetic."

"You're the one who started it!" Dante said calmly as he waved to one of the girls in the crowd.

"I can't believe you slept with all these woman! You are such a whore." Vergil hissed.

"I am NOT a whore!" Dante said defensively as he glared at his twin. "And I didn't sleep with all of them. A little sweet talk and promises can go a long way. Besides, it wasn't me. It was you." He grinned. Vergil pulled with all his strength and Dante came flying forward, dangling over the crowd of women.

"HEY you asshole!" Dante yelped caught unguarded. Women from below began clamoring to grab his legs, but Vergil kept Dante up just enough so as not to get pulled down with him. He let him dangle like a worm on a hook, and watched with a smirk as Dante struggled to keep his boots on his feet. "Very funny, now pull me up!" He snarled when he caught Vergil's grin.

"I rather prefer you this way. It'll teach you that even if you manage to gain an ounce of power over me, the tables will always become reversed again. In the end I always come out the victor."

"Well then, Victor, how about we revise that statement?"

Dante swung forward, his feet making contact with the wall, and he used the leverage to pull down on Vergil. Vergil flew forward, but rather than falling down, the chain connecting them hung over a wooden beam poking out from the roof. Vergil was slammed into Dante.

"You are such an idiot!" Vergil growled as he kicked at Dante.

"Am I now?" He grinned as he twisted his wrist to grab onto the chain his cuff was connected to. He pulled himself up using Vergil's weight from the other side until he was sitting on the beam itself.

"Ladies! How much you give me for his boots?" Dante yelled out to the ever growing crowd, which now consisted of gawkers and curious onlookers as well. Dante fed the chain downward and Vergil looked at him angrily as he did it.

"I'm going to kill you!" He snarled as he tried to pull up on the chain. Dante only shook it, making him lose his grip.

"Screw the shoes, who wants his pants?"

"DANTE!" Vergil roared before finally teleporting himself out of the mess. Dante realized he was still in the same place, but Vergil had disappeared. He looked around just to see a flash of silver come from overhead and embed itself in the beam Dante had been straddling. He gulped as he looked up to see Vergil leaning over him.

"Hey, if you're so attached to your pants that's cool. I can dig that," he said calmly before putting his palm down on the beam and kicking his legs back towards Vergil. Vergil did a partial jump as Dante summer saulted forwards, but neither of them had anticipated what happened next. Dante was falling towards the crowd. Vergil was in mid jumping split to avoid Dante's attempt to swipe him off his feet, mostly out of habit and completely forgetting that he couldn't move far from Dante. In a split second combination Vergil hit the beam...right between his legs.

"Sweet mother of..." Vergil groaned as the beam caused his livelihood so much excruciating pain he felt himself go numb and almost bit his tongue clear off. If he wasn't abstinent before, he was sure he would be from this moment forth.

Dante wanted to laugh, god did he want to laugh, but no man living could witness the sheer force of that and think anything but painful thoughts. It was enough to make any man cry. Or Devil for that matter...

Vergil hunched forward to press his forehead against the beam as he made harsh gasping noises. Dante dangled below, unable to really do anything but watch. The crowd was hushed as they looked on.

"You Ok Verge?" Dante finally asked.

Vergil responded by putting a hand out and putting up his pointer finger as if to say One second please.

Finally after a long while he began to sit up, and Dante could see his face was gaunt, eyes bloodshot as he looked dazedly into the crowd. Finally his eyes met Dante's and locked fiercely on them.

"N-now Vergil. Don't do anything you might regret." Dante reasoned with his twin as he noticed the anger boiling in his eyes.

"Regret?" He hissed, his voice a little too high to be anything but his nuts having been cracked into several pieces. "I regret nothing!"

With these words Vergil lowered Dante into the awaiting crowd, leaning as far as he could manage and Dante yelled and pleaded for him to stop, but Vergil was beyond mercy now. What he wanted now, was sweet, perfect... revenge.

Shall I continue? Muhahahahha!