Answers Chapter Three Devil May Cry Dante x Vergil 18 +++
ANSWERS
Dante x Vergil
By Annatar
VIOLENCE! Hints of implied heavy S&M, pain / death fetish implied. Yaoi / Slash / Incest
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.