theyaoigallery (theyaoigallery) wrote in yaoi_gallery, @ 2008-04-03 19:27:00 |
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ANSWERS
Dante x Vergil
By Annatar
Hints of implied heavy S&M, pain / death fetish implied. Yaoi / Slash / Incest
Chapter One
So then, it was over for now.
Vergil lay in the crook of Dante's heavily muscled arm, the good sweat of their rutting lovemaking sending a warm spice into his nostrils. He was tired, gods, they had gone on for hours--when had Dante started in, anyway? About 9 AM or so? Could not possibly have been any earlier, Dante didn’t crawl out of the grave until then. Perhaps it was against his beliefs to leave the bed until at LEAST most of the morning was shot to hell.
Vergil thought all this over as he lay satisfied and spent as a result of his brother’s passionate ardor, and his seemingly unending sexual prowess. Of course, that made him something of an ingrate, but at this point, he really didn’t CARE.
Either arm was restrained to the side of the heavy hospital bed that Dante had special ordered just for this, cuffed to the railing at the side, so that there was no harm done to the arms after time, only that exquisite sense of restraint and submission—which might be very arousing at first, but now simply left him wanting to scream. The helplessness was a maddening fire in his soul, he hated this feeling of weakness, of being utterly powerless. Yet he knew it could be far worse, it could be Mundus that held him in thrall.
After all, the great demon lord had threatened to do that very thing before, and Vergil had simply hated him the more for it.
“Vergil, we got to talk, bro. No more stalling me. This is it, we talk it ALL out now, all of it, maybe we’re both gonna be in tears afterwards, maybe I’ll beat you up again, maybe I’ll go blow my brains out, after I finish you. Maybe we’re gonna hash it out and make it right, I dunno. But we talk, now. No more fucking around, buddy.”
Buddy.
More to hate.
Why did Dante have to talk like a street thug, use terms that made his spine crawl with disgust?
“So if I give the wrong answers to something, you’ll kill me and yourself? Is that it? How typically thuggish, overdramatic and ridiculous, Dante. And so why would I even attempt to do this? Wouldn’t reason dictate I simply keep stalling, then, if you are this insane?” Dante sat up suddenly, knocking him away from his perch and hurting his neck. Ignoring the snarl of anger, Dante slapped him on the bare belly, half angry, half teasing.
“See, THIS is why you and I don’t get along, Vergil, You talk about reason, and then you go and fucking BELIEVE I really intend to do any of that shit I just said. I was bullshitting, dude, can’t you even get that? What the hell’s the matter with you?” Frustrated, he began to knead Vergil’s abdomen, caressing the powerful muscles, making his brother start to squirm. His hand was calloused, brutal in strength, and yet at this moment, there was only gentleness coming from it, as it began to trail upwards, finally finding and giving attention to one pink nipple.
Vergil took in breath in a whoosh of air, and Dante grinned. “I KNOW what YOU need, baby, but right now, it’s gonna be about what I need, for a fucking change.” But his fingers continued to work, and when the small pebble was hardened, he leaned over and applied his tongue, Vergil’s hips bucking as he did so. Dante heard the moan, and he already knew his brother would be responding quickly to this.
Damn it.
They needed to TALK.
So why did this always happen?!
FUCK.
Licking and sucking with painfully light pressure, Dante laughed to himself as Vergil writhed and hissed, furious to be overwhelmed like this again, and so soon, it had to be killing him! “Gonna make me come…fuck I HATE you Dante hate you…”
“Not yet. Not gonna let it happen yet, hell, if I do, we AIN’T gonna get this chat started, are we? And now I got some fuckin’ LEVERAGE, baby, yeah, got leverage on your ass. Gonna use it too. Look at you, a diamond cutter already. Shit, dude, it doesn’t take much, does it?” Moving to lick the alabaster earlobe, Dante whispered his cruel words of love to his unwilling brother, who wondered if Hell wasn’t right HERE, in Devil May Cry, and Heaven too, in some strange twisted cosmic joke.
“You talk, I talk, then maybe we don’t NEED to talk and we can do other things. Deal?”
Chapter Two
He was shirtless, and this seemed to be the perfect sight to behold as Dante answered the door.
"Great, visitors. Just what I needed."
"Well, thanks, good to see you too. How's he doing?"
Lady came into the room with a small smile on her lips, sensing something that really defied her rational mind's ability to process it. A demon or even a half demon would have immediately recognized the scent of sex, of the sweat and effort of lust and passion, but she did not have a demonic sensitivity to such things. There was simply a preternatural heat, as if the thermostat had been cranked to perhaps 98 scorching degrees. "Good lord, do all demons have to bring the hellfire with them? It's an inferno in here, Dante."
She got the unintended joke, and stifled a laugh, because Dante seemed not to get it--or if he did, didn't like it.
"He's going to be okay. Nasty, as ever, but I think he'll be alright. I'm--working on him, to get over his bullshit. Nothin' much more I CAN do, right?"
"I guess not."
She walked to where she could just peek in the back room, and Vergil returned her gaze with his own haughty look of arrogance. She could feel his hate, and more than that, his utter, total, almost surreal scorn. She was nothing more to him than an insect, and she understood that. Turning back to Dante, glad to get away from Vergil's burning attention, she carefully made the offer:
"One of my uncles has a house out in the country, and he's offered to let me stay there--I accepted, but I really had you two in mind. I thought--might be good for --what you're trying to do. With Vergil--for him, I mean. You could still take cases, and maybe--" Dante was looking at her quizzically, and she finished hastily. "Maybe he could even start helping you. Eventually, I mean."
He began to pace, and she was beginning to worry if she had somehow said the wrong thing. He was so--so ODD about things, she never really knew what he was going to feel about anything. There was no gauging the guy. "I--need to know though, Just so I have an idea wh--" "Yeah. The answer is yes, and thanks. It's not anything I would have thought of, I owe money up the fuckin' shithole to everybody but God himself, as you know. But if it's free---?"
"At first of course, until you start getting some money in, and then help paying the bills would be appreciated. And Dante--you--you can't TRASH the place--"
Looking around at the multiple empties, the seemingly endless Chinese food containers and the leaning tower of empty pizza boxes, she shivered. "I'm just saying, is all. Vergil--does he eat, like you do, what does he like, I can have the place stocked by the time you get there--"
Dante finally lost his sour mood, and laughed. "Yeah, he eats, he's my twin, remember? We eat and shit and bleed just like you, well last I checked Vergil only shits pure gold nuggets, to hear his side of it, but yeah--yeah, he eats, he eats real people food, Lady." He sighed, and sat down behind the desk, long legs propped up on it. She noticed just how tight those jeans really were, suddenly, and blushed. "Look, I wasn't tryin' to be a bastard, it's just, I been tryin' to get him to talk to me. And then I had him by the short hairs and he was about to--or I think he was. Then I get the knock knock little mousie at the door. So I was cranky, yeah. Sorry."
"It's okay, I didn't know, of course. But you will have plenty of privacy out at this house, Dante."
"You gonna be there too?"
She flinched, his tone wounded her somehow, and that wasn't LIKE her. "I--don't have to be, but I thought--"
"Look, you're doin' US the favor, so it's your call. I just don't know if Vergil will cooperate at all with someone else around. I never know what the fuck he's gonna do from one day to the next."
"I'll come for a while, help you get settled in. And I'll stay out of his way, don't worry."
"Good, 'Cause the bastard's dangerous. More so than you know. He could hurt you--in ways--"
In ways I don't want to think about.
"Okay, here's the directions, and I'll go on out and buy some food, get it cleaned up a little. Here's the second key. I'll see you out there?"
"Sure. In the morning. Want a fresh start. And thanks, really, it's nice of you to do this."
"I want to do it, Dante. I want to help, you helped me, so returning that favor is--"
"Save it, I HATE smarmy sentiment. We're square now, okay? Let's just leave it there, babe."
After she left, he walked back in to his brother, who lay naked under the sheets, and regarding him with a suspicious eye. "Setting up a private torture chamber just for us, brother? Or maybe your little girlfriend is gonna play too?"
"She's not my girlfriend, and you know that. Don't be so fucking dense, bro. And it ain't gonna be a torture chamber, although maybe I could reach you faster that way. I know what you like, Vergil. You gotta remember that. It ain't no secret to me, I know you, I remember the shit from when we were kids. When we were fighting, I saw that look on your face. Even in pain, you looked like you were gonna come in your pants. Maybe because of the pain, I guess. So don't pretend that idea bothers you. If anything, your torture is me not giving that shit to you at all--just nice and easy, no violence, no blades, no blood. So yeah, maybe it will be a torture, in a way, 'cause you're a sick puppy, Verg."
Vergil smiled, and it was a genuine smile this time. "So smug, so sure. Maybe you shouldn't be, Dante. Maybe I'll surprise you, in ways you never see coming at all."
"Yeah, but since I already expect that, it ain't a surprise, see?"
Well, the mood for talking was broken now, and Dante slid the jeans off his narrow hips, gracelessly clambering into the hospital bed next to Vergil, who groaned and frowned darkly. Grinning, he caught his brother's lips in a kiss, at first refused and then resentfully allowed--and then the lush mouth opened to permit deeper probing. Dante felt his brother's body tense against him, the powerful arms straining against the restraints, the breathing sharpening to a soft hiss.
There would be no voiced permission given, no cries of adoration or whispered vows of deathless love between them.
"Dante..."
"Shh...................don't spoil it by talking, baby.."
Chapter Three
11:30 AM.
The alarm was screaming, and by now Vergil was screaming as well, every single last ounce of reserve and quiet dignity GONE. "Get up you lazy bastard, get the fuck UP and shut that thing off, what the fuck is the matter with you?!! You fucking DRUNK, get up, get up!!"
The alarm had, of course, been screeching for about fifteen minutes, and Vergil was on the losing end of his sanity now. Cuffed, he could do nothing, not even throw something heavy and hopefully painful at Dante, who lay sprawled naked on the floor by the bedroom door.
Tied one on, didn't I?, he thought groggily, his hand reaching out to hoist himself up, and knocking into one of three empty Jack Daniels empties. It rolled away with an oddly loud, oddly agonizing thunder, and Dante groaned, getting to his feet slowly. Gods, he was going to shut Vergil up, if it was the last thing he ever did. That nasal, whiney voice that was so goddamned sexy in bed was now worse than the sneering and goading annoyance it was on the field of their many combats. It was like a razor being drawn against Dante's brain, and with a sudden roar, he lunged for the alarm, sending it to the ground in shatters--and then he reached for Vergil, one hand knotting itself in the soft silk of his hair.
And PULLING.
"Shut up, you little bitch." he growled. "Hungover. That means Vergil shuts it. Or Dante hurts Vergil. I'm not fuckin' around, babe. Try me."
Hissing, Vergil started to lengthen his teeth, the deadly rows of demonic rapiers begging to descend, and Dante tugged his hair harder, making him gasp--and he thought better of it. "Let go of me, asshole!"
Dante did, finally, sending his head into the pillows hard. "Just keep your lips zipped till I get this ballcrusher of a headache gone, okay?"
He got up and headed into the bathroom, curses raining down on the pill bottles crashing into the sink, until he finally found what he was seeking. "Cocksucker, 'bout fuckin' TIME I found you ." He poured the extra strength aspirin into his hand, ten of them, and then dry swallowed them, making a face. Behind him, Vergil was complaining again, and he walked back to the bed , tugging at the railing that right now he fucking hated--yanking it down so that he could sit down. Vergil yelped softly as his arm was pulled down as well, and Dante sighed.
"If you would calm the fuck down we could have a normal bed in here, not one to accommodate your loony bin shit."
Motherfuck, he was in a bad mood. And he had to drive all the way to assfuck Egypt today too, with a no doubt squirming, and highly unhelpful Vergil trussed in the back. He looked down at his equally miserable brother, who looked every inch the heartbroken ruin he perhaps was now, all his pride and sense of self taken away, all in the name of saving him.
"Look, baby, I'm sorry, it's--just you fucking grate on me with that whining shit. And my head's about to split open, okay, see, that's the thing, I hurt, Vergil. I'm sick at my stomach, got the nastiest fucking taste I ever had in my life in my mouth, and my brain's boiling in its shell in there. I ain't trying to take it out on you, but fuck, Verge, when you start squalling it's rough. Really rough."
'I can't be blamed for your being a drunk, Dante."
CRACK!
The smug and too refined features were suddenly creased by the impact, as Dante backhanded him across the mouth. "Okay, I guess you won't respond to kindness yet. S'okay, I can hang, bro. I can fucking deal. You want it this way, we'll do it this way."
Mercifully, the aspirin began to work, soothing the rumpled edges of his headache, and Dante began to calm as well, by increments. "We got a long trip ahead of us, bro. I know it's your greatest joy to make me pay, make me suffer, and all that, but today--could you please--please maybe gimme a break? Just this once? I'm doin' ALL of it for you, every goddamned thing, and I know you don't care and you don't want it, but I'm still doin' it anyway. I care about you, no matter how big a shithead you act like, no matter how many times you run me through and no matter how many times you do this I-must-get-more-power crap, I still CARE. I'm a pussy for it, right? But I still do. So I'm wantin' just a little loving brother out of you, besides me sheathin' inside you, you rakin' my back. I need somethin' besides sex now, Verge. I need you to act like a grownup, and help me do this. For us. Okay? Please?"
Vergil stared, his face flushed prettily with both anger and the strike, and then he exhaled, thought his words out, and then hesitated. Torn, even touched, and furious at it. Insulted, even.
"Don't cry about it, Dante. Alright--I won't try anything, but what's the point of me saying that? You aren't going to trust me, so why--"
He stopped, as Dante was reaching down towards one of his cuffed wrists, the key suddenly in his hand from the nightstand. One was freed, and then Dante reached over his body and unlocked the other one as well. "We got to do better, baby. Me, and you both. We got to." Vergil slowly raised his hands up, and then looked at Dante again. He was only allowed freedom for the very brief trips to the bathroom, and for the very tightly controlled showers--even then, as soon as Dante got him to his feet, he was always cuffed again.
"You'll leave them off? This--isn't some trap, or ruse?"
"Fuck, Vergil. No, it isn't a TRAP. Just--goddamnit, don't make me sorry."
Vergil sat up very, very slowly, Dante watching every move he made, and he felt his heart race with the shock of what had just happened. "Thank you." Dante nodded, and their eyes met as they always did eventually, lurid violet blue fires that they seethed into one another, cutting, melting, destroying and healing, as only they could do to one another.
This time, it was Vergil that made the first move, and he leaned forward cautiously, knowing Dante was very likely wired and tensed to the maximum right now, expecting some bullshit to go down. But Vergil only brought a hand--again, so very, very slowly--- up to Dante's face, and gently stroked it, caressing the powerful jawline, taking in the sight of the handsome features, somehow always just a bit more-- manly--was that it?--he would never vocalize that, but that was it, of course.
"I just wanted some dignity back, Dante."
"Okay. I know, Vergil, but---just don't fuck up."
Vergil's long hand slid down to Dante's bare thigh, and then a little farther, finding and then taking hold, Dante's eyes closing in dangerous lack of vigilance. And he knew better, but--- "So sweet, Verge, so sweet, I love you--" Vergil made no answer, and instead moved so that he could take his brother's large erection in his lips, soft tongue sliding over the head and then down again, even as he squeezed Dante's heavy balls with an eager free hand.
Dante groaned and settled with his back to the wall, sending the hateful hospital bed's rail to the floor with a crash.
His hands tangled in the lustrous silver white of his brother's hair, and he gently moved his head, up and down, balls aching with the near perfect skill of Vergil's talented tongue. He knew Vergil had never been with another man, had never wanted another man, and while Dante had had his share--more than his share --of the luscious succubi and human females, he too had kept this just for his twin.
This......love.
"Vergy, so fucking good, god I love you so much, I do it all for you babe, all for my big brother..."
The bliss suddenly ceased as Vergil left off, the pre-cum wet on his lips, smiling at Dante with a rather impish look of mischief. "If you can catch me, you can keep me." And then he was up, as naked as Dante but far more agile, more graceful, leaping high off the bed, hearing Dante following with his own much louder hurtle in his direction. Dante caught him in mid air, and they crashed to the floor together, Dante already opening his brother's legs around his hips as he pinned him by his wrists.
"Fuck me. Dante.........do it, damn you..." Dante found his way in by second nature, impaling Vergil up to the balls, hearing the sharp cry of pleasured pain, and then withdrawing almost all the way out. Too good for words now, it was no longer going to be anything that could be expressed in speech. Dante hoisted Vergil high, lifting his hips so that the other twin was supported on his upper back and shoulders on the floor, as open and wide for Dante as it was possible to be.
Deep, so deep, Dante claimed what was already his, what had always been his. Vergil was clawing at his shoulders, making sounds far more animal--far more demonic--than anything even close to human. Their movements become synchronized, and when Vergil bucked up convulsively, moaning into his ear, Dante grinned and let it go, spending in the shattered heat of mutual orgasm.
1:30 PM
//BEEP//
This is Mary, where ARE you guys, did you get lost, Dante, damn it, I'm getting worried, please pick up the phone---"
Vergil and Dante awakened briefly, and Vergil let his head fall back down into its place, in the crook of his brother's strong arm.
"Jackpot...."
Chapter Four
The place itself was sprawling, much larger than Mary had even described, and Vergil looked around at the grounds with some sense of favor, shocked at himself really for that. He had not wanted any part of any of this, but now plans were already formulating in the keen mind. Over there, an old barn, and that would prove useful, very much so, if he could keep Dante the fuck OUT. That wasn't going to be easy, his brother had a nose about twenty miles long when it came to harassing Vergil and keeping track of literally everything he did.
Yamato and Force Edge were of course kept out of his sight, and he really had no idea where they even were now at all. Dante had Alastor and Rebellion with him, and those fucking firearms as well. Just a constant little reminder, that he COULD see all the time. As if he had to fear such things--they had come a very long ways from the day that Dante had pleaded with him to stand down, pleaded to not have to shoot him.
Oh, how far they had come, they both knew so much better what the other could take.
"Can you be useful, bro? Pick up a couple of suitcases..."
"Why? They are all your shit. I have nothing but the clothes on my back."
"TAKE it!"
Dante threw him a large and very well packed suitcase, and patted Ebony as he did so. "Don't make me give you a lead enema, Verge." For whatever reason, Vergil shivered at that, but his reply was of course mocking and scornful, as ever.
"You can't harm me with your lowbrow weapons, Dante. Don't you realize that yet?"
Ignoring him, Dante carried in a gigantic armload of boxes, perhaps about 200 pounds worth, as if it were feather light. Silently, Vergil admired the bulge of muscle in his brother's powerful arms, and once they were both inside, he took hold of his shoulder and turned him around to face him. Dante raised a silver brow, but he was never one to turn down bodily contact with Vergil, be it sexual or violent--or both. He pulled the more slender of them to him with a crushing embrace, seizing his lips hungrily, probing with wanton force. Claiming force.
"You need fucked? 'Cause I can deliver, babe, if you do..."
"That's all you ever need, isn't it? And your fucking booze, you don't think of anything better or more noble than---"
"Shut up, Vergil, just for once, shut the fuck UP."
He made this a reality by shoving his tongue into the wet heat of his brother's mouth yet again, and grinned through the deep kiss when he felt Vergil buck his hips forwards, pressing, getting excited. "Thought so."
One hand stole downwards to catch at the buttons of the new shirt he had bought his brother, an expensive son of a bitch at that, pure silk, and jet black. It felt satiny and sweetly sensual as he urged the buttons open and free, fingers going in to slip over a now hardening nipple. Vergil moaned under his breath, there was nothing in this world that aroused him as Dante's tongue and fingers could there, it was something that had always had that effect. "Dahhntay, you bastard, I hate you, I really DO, I can't help it if you don't believe me..."
"You used to be a good liar, Verge, what happened?"
"This is just SEX, it's only a physica----" He yowled in pain as Dante PINCHED hard, and then twisted. "Don't you EVER fucking say that, even though I know better, even though you know better. Don't ever say that it's only about the sex, between us. You fucking know better, you little asshole--don't you--?"
Vergil found himself not lowered but THROWN to the floor, Dante straddling him, as they took up the space of the inner doorway.
"You don't love me? Then SAY it, Verge, SAY it, straight out. Say the words."
Looking up at the mirrored image of himself, and yet so very different, Vergil curled his lips back from teeth already starting to come down into devil fangs, and hissed back the reply, which was actually a truthful one.
"I can hate you. I don't have to not love you to hate you, Dante. No matter whether you can understand that or not."
Dante backhanded him hard, not even expecting to do so, and then again. Vergil flinched, his face stinging from the blows, but he was pinned and trapped, and Dante was stronger--as much as he loathed that fact, when it came to brute muscle and brawn, Dante outweighed him by some solid pounds. Some pretty serious poundage, and it was ALL muscle. "Don't you fucking SAY that anymore, Vergil. I'm sick of hearing you tell me you hate me, and then you imply you can 'love' me too. It doesn't make sense, bro, it's CRAZY!"
"I do hate you. I hate you for your weakness, for your refusal to embrace our shared heritage, for your enslaving of your own brother, for taking my dignity and pride and hope from me, why wouldn't I hate you?! You want to force me to say I love you or do NOT love you as well, and I refuse. I am capable of love and hate at the same time, and you just have to fucking DEAL with that!"
"You dirty little ungrateful BITCH, I oughtta---" More blows, and Vergil arched up into the sweet pressure on his lower body, gasping, breath taken away as Dante grasped his hair with a brutal hand, descending on him, raping his mouth with his vengeful love. Furious, over-excited and far too over the edge now to hold back. If Lady came here now it was just too frigging BAD, she was gonna get a SHOW.
Hands that knew the way from long years of skill and talent tugged down the leather trousers over too thin hips, flinging them away, and the silk shirt was soon to join that fate, torn from Vergil's torso, and damn the cost of the motherfucker. When Dante was this agitated, this angry, this HARD, he let it all go to hell, and god help you if you tried to stop him. Regarding his naked brother with a blazing eye, the half devil ran a finger down the chiseled chest, trailing it over the wounded nipple he had just abused so fiercely. Leaning down over it, the softness of his tongue soon had Vergil squirming, thrashing under him, cursing him under his breath, but churning for more all the same.
"Dante, PLEASE..." "Yeah, now THAT's better, ain't it, babe, just stop FIGHTING me on everything, stop the crap, pretty much, and we'll be okay..."
Moving down farther, navel and then silver-white tangle of bush soon received the same treatment, Dante's tongue was well schooled in the art of love, as much as his sword hand was in the act of dealing death. He did not take the hugely engorged cock in his mouth, however, simply teasing at the base of it, licking lightly, and then spreading apart the finely toned ass, sending in first a finger, and then another, and finally lapping at it with greedy desire. Swooning, succumbing, his brother still writhed, even more so when fingers joined tongue in the heavenly onslaught. Dante relaxed, and took his time, enjoying this to the utmost--he could do this for hours, bring Vergil almost to the peak and then simply hold perfectly still, ignoring the near whimpers for him to continue. But the sweet torment was delicious in itself, and when the climax finally came there would always be cries that could shake the mountains loose, something Dante really loved to make his tightly coiled brother surrender to.
It had been almost an hour of the delving fingers and warm tongue down there, never once favoring the straining erection with so much as the heat of his breath, when Vergil finally gave in, and ASKED. ASKED for it, openly, plainly, despair coloring his voice.
"Dante, DAMN you, ENOUGH, do it---more, I need more----"
"You always need more SOMETHING, Verge. Say what I want to really hear, and maybe you'll get what you want too."
"I---can't, and you know that."
"Fine, then I think I've had enough, mebbe I don't want to eat the ass of my brother who hates me."
"DAMN YOU."
"I think I already am, Verge, I already am." He moved to get up, and Vergil lunged for him as soon as his arms were unpinned.
"Dante, you cocksucker, you bring out the very worst in me, I never curse except when I'm around you, I never drink and I ---"
Oh fuck, he was trapped, and he was found out, and it was already known, of course, all his venomous dislike of that word--those three words---that wasn't going to fly with Dante, and he knew it. The younger twin was already on his feet, and Vergil shakily arose too, frustrated and needy. SO very needy.
"If I ever was to love anyone, it would be you, possibly..."
"Not good enough, Verge. Let's get the rest of the shit in here, and call it a day, eh?"
Oh curse him to the very bottom of the bloody Abyss!
Vergil grabbed at Dante and missed, his brother faster, and he was crushed to the wall, Dante pinning him again, eyes locking in the old war. Dante was SMILING, and Vergil hissed, fangs dropping again. He was losing his happy thoughts, or what passed for happy thoughts for him. He struggled, frantic, caught in a trap there was only one way out of. Dante surged forward and sank his own teeth, now jagged lines of infernal blades, deep in the soft skin of his brother's throat. Vergil made a strangled cry of pleasure and pain mingled, and the words slid out, hateful, weak, treacherous.
"......//i love you//..............."
Dante smirked, and picked Vergil up as if he were a small child, carrying him bridal style towards the bare mattress on the floor of their new bedroom.
FIVE HOURS LATER...
When Mary arrived, it was to the sounds of what sounded like murder being committed, but she of course knew better---and with a deep blush on her cheek, sat down on the dusty couch, taking up one of Dante's copies of Hustler, and then dropping it with a little gasp.
"Good lord."
And this had been HER idea....