A/N: Decided to put this up. Don't know when I'll have the next part finished, but that's typical of me. Heavy swearing and hot male on male sexual scenes. I warned you.

This fic's dedicated to my friends John and Elliot plus the fanfics that inspired me.

Disclaimer: I don't own DMC, but if I did, I'd make Dante go on an f'in diet.

"Speech"

-thoughts.-

Chapter I

Lost and Found

"FUCK!! WHERE THE HELL IS IT?!"

Vergil arched a brow up at the ceiling, glaring harder as the pandemonium coming from upstairs in Dante's room persuaded yet another rain of dust to fall into his hair. Vergil sighed in complete refusal to tolerate anymore of his brother's antics. 20 minutes was damn near long enough for this shit to go on. Just what the fuck was his brother doing up there? Vergil shut the text he had been reading, his hands looking largely like he was praying for his twin brother to realize that another Yamato in the chest was coming his way. The book's pages clapped shut against each other, sending a diminutive thunder through the library's tall structure. The blue rogue stood from the comforting pleasure of Queen Anne, his father's favorite crimson leather chair. He reacquired his sword from where he left it on the side of the chair. Before he left to unleash an unspeakable punishment upon his brother, he closed his eyes and took a few meditative breaths. The boisterous nuisance coming from up above had silenced mysteriously and Vergil was almost convinced someone had done his job for him and shut Dante up. A short time elapsed and the elder's ears were filled with only the distinct crackle of the fireplace. Vergil's anger was beginning to smooth out. It seemed he might win this one without getting into a fight. Vergil set his eyes to daggers as he heard the snap of wood that told him this was not so. He turned his electric blue eyes to the book he had set on the antique coffee table. It tempted him to sit back and continue reading about the fascinating sword techniques of ancient demon master's, but he knew that he wasn't going to get any research done without first chaining up his brother and stuffing a gag into his mouth. That decided, Vergil left the fire-illuminated study, Yamato clutched powerfully in his gloved hangs.

"FUCKING GREAT! JUST FUCKING GREAT! I CAN'T FUCKING FIND MY GODDAMN PENDANT."

With a mere swipe of his arm, Dante sent the night stand spiraling towards the wall behind him where it busted into pieces. He had sliced through every possession in his room, and not so much as a flicker of Perfect Amulet's sliver chain or the hint of her glowing red jewel stone. It wasn't in his dresser. He had checked. Thoroughly. He had made sure to pull out each one of the drawers and dump their contents onto the floor before throwing the drawers wherever he wanted. He had ended up hacking through the entire dresser with his sword anyway and then using it as a sacrifice to his Mother, hopeful to expel some of her rage when she would come to to find he had lost her special gift to him. Whatever. Even if his dresser was destroyed, he still had his closet. No, nevermind; he fucked that up too. Where else hadn't he looked? He had sorted through his shelves already. Empty nail holes plotted at the corners of dirty rectangular outlines indicated where the shelves had once secured his battle trophies to the wall. The Devil Hunter decided to check back behind his deluxe stereo system. Thinking maybe he had set it on one of the speakers and it had got knocked down during one of the many intense sessions of sex he had with that hot babe he took home from the club, Love Planet, last night.

-Why do I get the feeling the girl I romped around with was a theif?.-

Dante lifted up the entire entertainment system in one go, finding the floorboards underneath the structure barren and covered with excess dust. Nope, nothing there. He was about to set it back down gently, the sheer worth of the stereo system reasoning with his destructive mood. No, you know what? He's going to throw it anyway, right at the entrance of his room.

Dante watched the stereo fly across his room, inwardly regretting he had thrown it. The 'mad-as-Mundus' feeling that been had giving him a rush and excuse to demolish things up until now was cringing at the thought of watching a very nice collection of equipment die by his hands.

Yamato's steel lacerated through the metal stereo, cutting wires and stripping circuits. Angular scraps of technology that were once worth 5k clattered to the floor as Vergil returned his sword to his scabbard. Dante looked down at the precious remains lying utter defeated between them. You know, if it would have actually hit the wall instead getting diced to death by Yamato, Dante might have been able to get up and running again, but it was shit now. Dante glared up at Vergil, growling slightly.

"Whatdya do that for?! Do you know how much that cost me?!"

"You're the one who threw it at me. And besides, isn't blowing money one of your fortes?"

"Hey, if you're good, you've got to be good at everything." Dante smirked, his palms facing upward as he shrugged. There, suck on that for awhile, big bro.

Vergil hated that face. That smug-looking, proud-like face that Vergil could never seem to beat out of his brother. This, along with every other 'Dante' pose, always proved to annoy the blue rogue. The younger twin didn't open his mouth unless it was to talk trash or order pizza.

"So what do I owe this charming visit to? Did I borrow something and forget to give it back?"

Vergil didn't oblige the question. Instead, he stared at the red half-demon with a deep frown, his hand still ready to draw his sword again if the need arose. Dante really hated it when Vergil was a pain in the ass. Sure he believed that anyone who talked to much should have their tongue stripped out, but his brother was waning his respect for the silent types too.

Well, since he might be here awhile until his brother figured out how to talk again, Dante's attention went to the most interesting thing in the room; his brother. He couldn't help it. There was nothing better to do and nothing half as entertaining as his twin, so Dante decided to eye him up. Vergil had the body of a human, a damn nice one if the physics of twins were correct. Imagine caressing the same rippled abs the same defining hips. Dante wondered if they were the same size dick too. Or if their erogenous spots were identical. Ahhh, and Yamato. Dante wanted his brother to draw the blade. His cock was twitching against his leather pants just thinking about the chance for blood. Next to his brother, all the other Hell spawn Dante fought on occasion weren't worth the one bullet hole to the head it took to kill them. Vergil's demon blood, Sparda's blood, spoke volumes of challenge and it was enough to send as shiver down Dante's much appreciating back. Dante may be vain, but he shouldn't get this hot for a man that paralleled his own image.

"Brother," Vergil finally spoke.

Dante swallowed and licked his lips. Man, he had to get a hold of himself. He just got some 10 hours ago. He shouldn't be this desperate. Dante shook those thoughts out of his head, but couldn't look away from the paralyzing blue that wanted to kill him.

"What the hell do you want?!" Dante snapped, forcing some of his earlier aggressions forward to cover up the images of him and Vergil in his mind.

"I was wondering just what it was that's been causing you to be so loud."

Vergil's thumb clacked against the hilt of his sword, showing the glean of Yamato's blade. Damn Dante loved it when he did that. The action made his knees go weak. Vergil rushed at Dante, his sword clamoring against Rebellion in an 'X'.

"Yeah, well don't count on me quieting down until I find mom's pendant. But I have to say this fight of ours is making me feel a helluva lot better. Maybe it'll cool me off enough that I won't kill the little lady who keifed Perfect after I chase her down."

Dante felt Vergil's strength leave off, pulling back and making the red devil the winner. Vergil threw his head back and laughed, so rich and full that his whole body followed the resonating sound of his voice.

"What's so funny?!" Dante demanded, uncharacteristically out of breath. He shouldn't be drained after such a sort little schirmish.

"Brother, didn't I tell you no to bring that trash here?" Vergil reminded his twin, still chuckling with a hand over his forehead. He shook his head, amazed at his brother prevailing idiocy. Dante had brought this on himself and Vergil finding it absolutely hilarious. "What did you expect? She comes home with you to a mansion. A miserable girl like her is not going to win the jackpot and throw it all away to charity. Of course she's going swipe something. And looking at your room, I'd say that pendant is the ideal item to steal. It's not too heavy to carry and not to indiscreet to hide considering her attire."

"Oh yeah, well you're not so high and mighty yourself big brother. I don't see you bringing anybody home. What are you? jealous?"

That wiped the mirth from Vergil's high features. Finally, Dante got one up on his brother. And fuck was he going to enjoy playing the manipulator now.

"Is that why you put on that cold exterior brother?" Dante prodded, stepping closer to Vergil. The red Devil Hunter sauntered up behind his brother, resting his chin on Vergil's broad shoulder. Dante's right hand traveled down the fabric of Vergil's vest, while his left skirted around his brother's flank, reaching for the center of his brother's pants. Dante's lips brushed against the prominent vein in Vergils neck, then followed it up to his ear lobe, biting and suckling on the soft flesh. "You trying to hide what's really going on down here? At least I have someone warming my bed up at night. I am not lonely like you." Dante gripped the growing erection and squeezed hard, surprised at his brother's reaction to the sexual harrassment.

Dante felt Yamato's blade peel back a few layers of skin, sinking threateningly slow into his neck. Dante chuckled.

"Should I take that as a confession?"

Just then, Vergil's tongue penetrated through Dante's smirk. Dante was shocked stiff at the twist to their one-sided bullying. Vergil's tongue curved against it's twin, raiding the tastes and firmness of teeth and muscle. Vergil pulled back, snapping the string of saliva connecting them snapped in two. Dante was shoved away,the red devil rocking on his feat and nearly falling. His mind was dazed. The smell of his own blood was making him dizzy, and his tongue was still swirling at the memory of his brother's kiss. If that's what it truly felt like to kiss himself, then no wonder the ladies loved Dante. Was it possible that one of them was a better kisser than the other? Dante didn't know, but he was eager to test out their simularities and differences.

"I'll help you find that amulet so that that mouth of yours stays shut for awhile." Vergil offered, sheathing Yamato. "Show me to the spot that you found her. If you act like you don't know what's happened, maybe we can both pick her up."

Vergil was about to retire out into the hallway when Dante stumbled over to his brother drunkenly, one hand slamming against the wall to block his departure.

"Hey, wait."

"What?" the elder demanded as he turned to face his younger.

Dante locked Vergil up against the wall, both of the younger's hands firmly planted on the wall on either side of the eldest's head. Dante leaned in, lips so close Vergil couldn't escape. The elder still had his lips sealed in a firm line and Dante tried to seduce them open with his confident tongue. He licked the divide of his brothers lips, biting the bottom lip, and sucking on it, then returning to flick his tongue against the opening again. He had used every trick he learned from his female playmates. Depending on the girl, it went from aggressive to tantalizingly slow, but either way it never ceased to make their panties wet. Dante wasn't sure which one had worked, but Vergil opened his mouth slightly and Dante cupped both sides of his brother's head and pulled him in, wanton of his prize. Dante paid back his brother's earlier kiss with double the force. The red devil ripped his lips away only to take a breath and change the angle of the kiss, and his brother willfully allowed him to reenter.

Dante stole his lips away after a few more heated moments and rested his forehead on his brother's chest.

"How was it? Better than yours?" Dante panted as he looked up into those piercing eyes, each breathing in each other's breath.

"Who said I was trying?" Vergil taunted.

Yamato's scabbard was positioned around Dantes back and Vergil pulled, one hand on the hilt of his sword the other on the bottom of the sheath. Dante arched forward, Yamato's sheath sending him flush up against his twin. Vergil's leg stepped in to part Dante's, the elder's muscular quads grinding deliciously over the red devil's arousal. He felt Vergil's breath warm the skin of his neck. He was going to bite him. Hard; Dante hoped.

"Ahhhh." Dante cried, hissing in a breath as fangs drove in.

He could smell iron. No doubt Vergil had reopened the wound he had given his darling brother minutes before. The elder drank Dante's blood, lapping at the receding crimson as the the wound began to heal. Dante liked this. Fucking lovedthe roughness and challenge Vergil brought to him. The girls he slept with never disobeyed. They only took it and asked for more in exchange for warming him with her holes. Vergil was what Dante wanted from sex: blood, pain, and pleasure that could go on without end.

"Vergil, I don't fucking care anymore. Let the whore have it. We'll get it back later. We're fucking and you better say 'yes' or else I'll tie you up."

Vergil chuckled, disgusted with his younger sibling, "Is it that easy for you to forget about something important when its stands between you and sex? I am not one of your sluts Dante. I don't trust that filthy dick of yours. If anything, I'll rape you for my own pleasure."

The leg Vergil had been using to separate Dante's legs hiked up and kneed his brother in the gut. A fan kick to the face sent Dante flying into the wreckage of wood piled in his room.

"I'll find it without your help." Vergil declared, fixing his half-fallen hair back into spikes.

Rebellion struck the wall right next to Vergil's cheek.

"Where do you think you're going big brother? I am not finished with you yet."

"Is something wrong with your hearing too? Or has no one showed you how to listen properly, much like your mouth?"

"What's with that? You trying to ask me something?" Dante smirked, a rivulet of blood creeping out the corner of his mouth.

Vergil swiveled around and in an instant held Dante in the air by the throat. Vergil clenched his hand, watching Dante squirm.

"What makes you worth fucking, Dante? Is there a single spot on your body that hasn't be touched?"

Vergil summoned two blue swords and commanded them to tear Dante clean of his leather pants.

"Careful with those." Dante complained, feeling how near those blades had come to castrating him.

"I guess I'll find out for myself."

Two fingers were shoved into Dante, making the younger's his whole body tense. Dante could judge by his brother's grim scowl that he had found out Dante had been busy there as well.

"Sorry Verge. I was ... curious and ... played with myself ... a bit, but I've never ... taken a guy for a swing. Wasn't ... planning to."

Vergil released Dante, the youngest crumbling to the floor. The red devil was coughing and holding his throat, the finger marks his brother had left behind imprinted into the flesh. The strangulation had been pleasurable to say the least and only raised Dante's desire. His head, though, was floating.

"I like mine pure." Vergil informed.

"What? You gonna tell me you ... you've never touched yourself ... ? God Vergil, I don't know what's worse ... wanting to fuck you or wanting to get fucked by you. ... Tell me what you want."

" ... Power." Vergil whispered, his hand spread and shaking as if he were holding wild sparks in his palm.

"So I'll let you top. Problem solved."

Vergil grew silent, his hand returning to his side.

"... We'll do it once. And after this you'll never touch me again. Do you agree to those terms?"

Dante didn't speak. He turned his head down towards the floor, looking oddly torn. His head was still spinning, riding out the delirious high Vergil had given him. He was trying to think, knowing this decision decided their relationship, but it was damn impossible to concentrate. His thoughts ran off in every direction like some kid with ADD. He was so frustrated he wanted to cry. Dante knew he wanted Vergil, he knew he wouldn't be satisfied with just one taste. The foreplay up till now had gotten him harder than a diamond and Dante nearly fainted at the thought of what it would feel like when they really got down to doing it. He wanted Vergil to trust him, but wasn't sure he could trust himself. It was hard to break a lifestyle after doing it for 18 years.

"I can't understand what you're asking for Verge. I am trying, but my head ... I can't think right now."

Dante could hear footsteps drawing near.

-Vergil.-

"I want loyalty Dante. Loyalty and power. Can you understand that?"

"Yeah, but you're going to have to help me." Dante reached up, and tugged on Vergils trench-coat in a plea for the oldest to kneel. He wanted to hold Vergil, just feel him in his arms, and know that he hadn't fucked up completely yet.

Vergil did as he was implored. The teary eyes of his brother had coaxed him. The last time he had seen Dante's eyes that wide was back when they were still innocent of what devils they were. Yamato was set alongside them on the floor and Vergil cradled the top of Dante's head affectionately. The red devil hugged him, burying his face into his brother's chest and inhaling his scent.

"Maybe I can instill something into your head?" Vergil pondered.

"Yeah, Verge. Make me listen. Set me right."

TBC...

Comments and Questions Welcome.

Chapter Completed: Friday, July 11, 2008 1:34 pm