A/N: There will be one chapter more after this. Can you believe I have 3 copies of dmc3 special edition at my house and yet nobody can find them (Really I am not that obsessed. 2 of the copies belong to my friends). Of course I blame my predicament on Vergil, since we all know what happens in the games. I plan to find his ass and bring him back for dmc5.
Also, I didn't take too much time in editing this. Sorry for that. If you catch something let me know. I'll be more than glad to fix it. Gotta go to work now. Cheers.
"Speech"
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Chapter V
Don't Forget to Thank God
Vergil reached between them, squeezing his brother's erection just hard enough for it to hurt. Dante winced, taking the pain in stride, but still glared at his brother for the sentiment. Vergil offered him a thin-lipped smile in return and lightened his grasp, his fingers now skimming teasingly against the younger's length to give him both extremes of touch.
"Hmm... what's this?" Vergil asks as he traces the ring of metal pierced through Dante's tip. The eldest tugged on it, experimenting with what degrees of stretching awarded Dante with a thrill and which made the hunter wish he'd never walked into that tattoo parlor.
-So he finally noticed.-
"Got it done awhile ago. You might like it too if you give me the chance," Dante panted against the skin he had been smothering with sloppy kisses.
"Hn. Leave it up to you to mutilate your body," Vergil dismissed with a snort. The eldest found it appropriate to make his sibling cry out in tainted pleasure with another pull on his piercing.
For as much as Vergil disapproved of the addition he did seem to enjoy playing with it.
"Ah....V....I am ...." Words fled Dante, breath stolen from his lips because all he could do was was close his eyes and feel the inside/outside heaven and hell driving him closer to completion. Dante wrapped his arms helplessly around his brother's neck, fingers rustling the silky hairs on the older's nape. The younger's body was drained, stung sore from being filled, and Dante didn't feel the least bit sorry for making Vergil do all the work in exchange for bearing the pain. It would be great if his body would start feeling good, but if this pain was all there was to look forward to, if Vergil could give him nothing else, then he wished it to go on without end so long as Vergil would never leave his arms.
"You..." Vergil hissed malignly, "...going to come so early? What was that about making me first?"
"Don't worry," Dante tried to laugh against Vergil's shoulder, " I am not done yet. After this I am gunna rock your world."
Vergil felt his twin's winded words dance across his neck, making his heart beat faster. Another spiral of heat collected down in his stomach, stacking on more of what was already about overflow. Dante was contracting around him, the friction almost unbearable.
-Dammit I am- -
Vergil pulled out, semen pumping out onto the floor. Fuck Dante for making him come first. Fuck him so hard for making him fall. Vergil squeezed his cock brusingly, denying the pleasure Dante gave him. He didn't want this weakness. It ruined him. Why? Why did it have to be his reflection, his opposite, his .... if had been anyone else, anything else he could have ... but he couldn't. He loved him too much.
Maybe Vergil was too much like his foolish father. For all the power he could have had, he was throwing it away to love. For as much as he practiced it, Vergil didn't think much of the Christianity his mother had taught them (really he did it just to make her happy), but prayer seemed to be his only hope of severing the neck off his and Dante's sordid little relationship. If God was as forgiving as He was renowned to be, He would take pity and kill the twins. Was that too much to ask of a God, or just the greatest God?
"You're going to let that all go to waste?"
Vergil cracked open a scathing eye before he was shoved to the floor, his brother pinning him down with a hand on his chest. Lustful blue eyes peered down on him, fully intent on making Vergil loose his mind.
"What are you--!"
Vergil's glares weren't working anymore, his harsh tones and his superior strength were shattering where they once pushed Dante away.
"You weren't going to leave any for me? You think you can get away with that?"
Dante smirked from above, a tower built out of glistening muscles; his cock is tall, red and dripping wet. Vergil betrays himself and hardens again.
Dante's cool hands are splayed across Vergils lean stomach and then the red devil's mouth is drinking what Vergil had stubbornly kept back. Dante pulls Vergils pelvis up to devour him more into his mouth.
Vergil bucks into his twin's mouth at his body's primal content, writhing as Dante sucks harder and licks faster to satisfy his brother's need. Dante couldn't tear his eyes away. Vergil's hips hit just the right angles to make him want to see more.
"Aghhhh! Fuck! Stop! Dante! Dante!"
Not even Vergil's words could fight Dante back.
Dante looked up, amazed that his brother could scream that loud. Dante tried to get his brother to do it again, but Vergil refused the encore. The red devil was disappointed, but not discouraged because there are dirtier things that he can do to make them both louder. Dante's tongue does one last visit up the long vien of his brother's dick before letting go completely.
"I think I am in love." Dante says as he slides his soaked fingers under his brother.
Winter strands shadow half of Dante's face, but Vergil can see that his brother's eyes are bright and clear; lips swollen and splashed with cum that mimics a face of cheap prostitute.
"Tastes like semen." Dante laughs as he licks around his mouth.
Vergil covers his eyes with his arm, too wracked by his orgasm that he almost chuckles, "What else would it taste like?"
"Strawberries."
This time he does chuckle, "You're an Idiot."
"Hey Vergil, tell me you like me better."
Dante smirks as he teases his brothers hole, spreading his brother's legs to make room for himself.
"No," Vergil answers flatly.
Dante's hand returns to rubs their penises together, his other hand busy with opening up his brother. Dante's draws close enough for Vergil can see his brother's eyelashes and the pores on his skin. It's gorgeous.
"Tell me you like me."
Again the same, "No."
"I know you do. You wouldn't let me do this to you if you didn't."
"Do it to me already."
Those words make Dante do something that Vergil doesn't expect: his twin's hands withdraw gently and the room grows quiet. Dante's arms are around Vergil's neck, cradling the eldes'ts head.
"How can I do that when you make that kind of face?" He hears Dante say forlornly, clutching Vergil closer.
Dante leans back, and brushes the stray hairs behind Vergil's brow, a heartbreakingly sweet smile coming to the youngest's lips now that Vergil looks more like his own person and not just a copy with his hair whisked back.
-I love you.-
Dante places a kiss on his brother's forehead.
"We'll stop for today. I won't push you."
-Anything but that. I need more.-
"Dante ...please." Vergil begged, actually genuinely pleaded to have their bodies coalesce, smashing into one another until they both their spirits burst.
Dante sat up, stunned with what had risen out of his brother's mouth and believing that it was the greatest fiction his ears had ever mistook. Dante flinched as cold hands took hold of his length and pressed it to the air-chilled sleekness of his brother's hollow. Just at that moment, the moon appeared from a hole in the mass the silver clouds from out the window, pale radiance shining on the rivulets between Vergil's legs. Dante swears this is the sexiest thing he has ever seen in his life.
"Dante..."
Those eyes are like he's never seen them before. They're nearly open, waiting. Vergil head tilts back at the mere thought of what his brother will feel like fully inside of him and Dante can't take his eyes of the luscious peach and gray colors marking out Vergil's body as his back arches, offering himself as a means to drive them both to completion.
Dante still wants to be careful, still isn't convinced that his brother's prepared enough. There's too many risks if he doesn't do it right, and losing Vergil is just something he can't have happen. But he's so close to having everything he's ever wanted and Dante's starting to think this is all a dream because dreams never come true.
"Ahhhh-ha," Vergil cries as hips are forced to take his brother all in.
-Oh, God; God thank you God because you're the only one who can make miracle, right? You're the one I am supposed to praise? God, just being inside makes him feel like I am going to explode.-
"Vergil are you crying? I'll go slow okay?"
"No ... that... that makes it worse."
"Then what..."
-What should I do? What do you want me to do? I am so lost Vergil. Help me.-
"Just I ... I don't care."
"Vergil."
Dante starts to move, it's slow by Dante standards, but his thrusts end hard, hitting the deepest parts of his brother.
-Please know that I love you because I am too scared to say it out loud.-
"Don't worry, I'll make you're body never want to leave me," Dante promises.
-That's what I am afraid of.-
"Dante..."
Vergil's eyes widen when Dante slaps a hand over his mouth.
"Shut up, I am holding it in as it is. If you --"
Vergil's eyes show that he understands and then the oldet's eyelids slip shut and his lips are pressing kisses to his brother's palm.
"Let it out," Vergil says nonchalantly, as if they're parents aren't sleeping a few flights up. Dante inwardly laughed at himself for thinking of them again now when it didn't matter.
"Shit! I told you- Vergil after this were doing it again okay? It's not enough yet." Dante cries desperately as his pace picks up maddeningly. He can't have it end this soon. It didn't last nearly long enough.
"Do what you want."
"Vergil I am going to come inside you. That means everyone will know you're mine. You got that?" Dante tries to threaten and succeeds in crying.
It must've been alright because Vergil pulled Dante down for a kiss and with the next thrust Dante came.
TBC...
Comments and Questions Welcome.
Chapter Completed: Thursday, January 29, 2009 4:06 pm