Dante's Divine Comedy; Devil May Cry (Vergil/Dante) Title: Dante's Divine Comedy Author/Artist:tracichan Rating: PG Warnings: Incest, non-explicit; Dante's tendency to take everything in a sexual manner Word count: 631 Summary: Vergil and Dante, in what passes as a philosophical discussion for them. Prompt:Devil May Cry, Vergil/Dante: The Canto of Ulysses – "Consider your seed/You were not meant to live as brutes/But to seek out virtue and knowledge" A/N: Since the quotation's from The Inferno, I kind of ran with that idea. It was a good prompt; I think it fits them well!
There was something elegant about his brother that Dante was never quite able to put his finger on. It wasn't that Vergil dressed better (even though he did), or that he tended to stand up straighter (because that was true, too), or that he never seemed to get as bloody and dirty as Dante during their fights. Those things helped, sure, but what Dante always saw was something more than that.
“You're staring.”
And apparently Vergil was psychic, which was really annoying. He hadn't even looked up from his book. It wasn't like Dante was doing anything wrong in the first place. He'd only been following the curve of his twin's shoulders, admiring the way he held his book open on his lap, letting his eyes trail over Vergil's legs, crossed gracefully at the ankle... okay, maybe his thoughts weren't that pure.
“What're you reading?” Dante asked instead. Vergil didn't answer—that would have been too easy—but he held the book up, and Dante smirked. “It's all in the name,” he declared arrogantly.
“It has nothing to do with the poet,” Vergil argued. “Maybe I just enjoy good literature.”
Dante sighed. He'd forgotten to add that Vergil even talked elegantly. Well, that was why little brothers existed—to make the older ones fall off of their pedestals. And luckily for Dante, he knew the perfect way to make Vergil seem a lot less graceful. He edged closer, slowly enough that Vergil didn't pay him any attention until he was close enough to snatch the book out of his brother's hand.
“Dante,” Vergil said, only barely looking annoyed, “give it back to me.”
“You didn't say please,” Dante singsonged, dropping roughly onto Vergil's legs, straddling his lap. Vergil snatched the book back, laying it carefully over the arm of his chair. “Why are you reading this crap, anyway? Is this where that stupid quote came from?”
“You'd do well to remember the 'stupid quote' sometimes, Brother,” Vergil replied frostily. “It's taped to the bathroom mirror so you might read it and think about it, too.”
“ 'Consider your seed/ You were not meant to live as brutes/ But to seek out true virtue and knowledge,'” Dante recited. He knew the quotation. He couldn't keep from staring at it every morning while he brushed his teeth. “I know where I come from. I think it's just you that doesn't understand what it means.”
“Are you implying that I'm brutish?”
“Brutal, maybe.” Dante slid closer, pouting a little as he wrapped his arms around Vergil's neck. “If you want your seed to be considered, maybe you need to consider mine.”
Vergil's eyes darkened with lust, even though he tried to hide it. “ 'Consider well the seed that gave you birth,'” he quoted. “Perhaps it's a better translation in this situation. It means your lineage, Dante, your father, not your....”
Dante drew back, horrified. “You have me on your lap, and all you can think about is our old man? You really gotta get your head out of those dried up old books, Verge, before you dry up too.”
“I can assure you that I'm far from dried up.”
“Prove it,” Dante shot back.
“Why? You're acting like a child, and I ought to treat you like one. It would serve you right.”
Dante smirked, leaning dangerously close to his brother's face, only barely letting their lips touch as he spoke. “But you won't,” he purred. “If I remember this story right, wasn't Vergil supposed to be Dante's guide through Hell?”
Vergil nodded, one of his hands coming up to stroke Dante's hip through his t-shirt as his eyes dropped mostly closed, waiting for the response he knew his little brother was going to have.