Answers Chapter Four 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 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.