Diva pressed the button on her computer’s monitor, then stood up from her seat.

“Anything else you need, Dante?” she asked.

“Nope,” he said, flipping through a magazine.  He glanced up from it to look at her with a smirk.  “Have any fun plans this weekend?”

She shook her head as she grabbed her bag.  “Nothing much.  I’ll probably just spend it at home relaxing.”

“Nothing wrong with that,” said Dante.  He pointed his thumb at his brother, who was reading a book on the other chair.  “Maybe one day you could teach this guy how to relax.”

Vergil looked up from his book with a scowl as Diva laughed.

“Maybe…  I’ll be on my way then,” she said.  She walked to the rack near the door and grabbed her coat.  “Have a good weekend.”

“See ya Monday, Diva,” Dante replied, holding his hand up to wave her goodbye.  She waved back, then stepped out the door.

Devil May Cry grew quiet the moment she was gone.  Dante returned to his magazine with a grin while Vergil’s eyes continued skimming the page he was on.  For about fifteen minutes, not a word was said between the two, until Vergil shut his book and rose to his feet.

“Where you off to?” Dante asked.

“Nowhere in particular.”

The truth was that he had the same plans as Diva.  After he left DMC, he’d head towards her apartment and stay with her there this evening.  Dante did not need to know that though.  If his twin found out that he was spending so much time with his secretary, he’d never hear the end of it.  He began to walk towards the door to leave.

“Sure you’re not going to ‘relax’ with little miss Diva?”

Vergil stiffened at the sound of his brother’s smug voice behind him.  He shot a cold glance over his shoulder back at Dante.

“What nonsense are you spouting now?” he said through gritted teeth.

“C’mon.  No use pretending otherwise, Vergil.  Kind of hard to deny when I saw your lips locked like that,” Dante replied.

Vergil’s expression hardened.  It had been over a week since he last kissed Diva in the office, and he only did so because Dante wasn’t around at the time.  He remembered being annoyed at the fact that Dante returned shortly after this, but did not stop to consider that maybe his twin had returned just in time to catch the two of them.  If this was the case, Dante had been waiting for a while to get Vergil alone long enough to call him out.

“I had been wondering what had gotten into you lately,” Dante continued.  His smirk grew wider as he realized he was getting under his twin’s skin.  “I know you don’t have shit to do, but it seemed like I was seeing a lot more of you than normal.”

A low growl of irritation left Vergil, but he was too frustrated to retort.

“You know, I’m not mad that you’re hooking up with my secretary.”

“You’d have no right to be if you were,” Vergil replied.

“I think it’s cute,” said Dante without letting his brother distract him.  “Just wondering, do you always make her get on her tiptoes to kiss you or do you ever help her out a bit?  I mean, I don’t think of you as a gentleman by any means, but you seemed pretty smitten with her.”

Vergil rubbed the bridge of his nose.  This was humiliating.  It was exactly why he would have preferred if his brother never learned of his relationship.

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” Dante said, standing and walking over to sling an arm over his twin’s shoulder.  “Like I said.  It’s cute.  Think about it.  The two of you are pretty much exact opposites.  She’s so soft and sweet and warm.  You’re… emotionally constipated.  Physically, too.  She’s so petite compared to you.  You tower over her.  You could easily lift her up if you wanted to give her a smooch.  I think you like making her work for it.”

Vergil shrugged Dante’s arm off, but he was not dissuaded.

“You go over there often?”

“If I did, it’s none of your business.”

“So, that’s a yes.  Damn.  I don’t even wanna know what the two of you get up to.  It’s kind of hard to imagine the two of you together…”  Dante stroked his chin, clearly pausing to conjure a mental image.  “Like a Great Dane with a Chihuahua…”

“Must you be so vulgar?”

“I gotta ask this, and I’m not even trying to be funny…  Are you ever afraid you’re going to break her?” asked Dante.  “Because you know that I’d have to hurt you if you did.”

A scoff rose from Vergil.  He was not some brute, and Diva was by no means some waif.  She may have been small of stature, but she wasn’t frail.  In fact, and he would sooner be damned than admit to this to his brother, she was a bit of a size queen.  Vergil himself remembered feeling a hint of apprehension the first time he laid with Diva, considering that she was untouched and he was larger than the average male.  Yet even without experience, she was eager for the challenge.  It took a few tries to adjust to the difference in size between them; it wasn’t an easy fit initially.  The woman was tough.  Tougher than she appeared.  Even as he stretched her out, she begged for more.  Vergil knew he wouldn’t be breaking her any time soon, but he’d rather Dante assume otherwise than volunteer this knowledge.

“The woman is not some fragile little doll,” he insisted.  “She hardly needs you to defend her.”

Dante grinned, folding his arms.

“Right.  Because she’s got you to do that.”

“I’ve got better things to do than entertain this foolishness,” seethed Vergil.  “I am leaving, and I’d advise you not speak a word of this to Diva.”

“Wasn’t planning on it,” Dante said, flopping back down on the couch with a self-satisfied smile.  “She’ll tell me when she’s ready…  It’s just fun seeing you get all worked up.”