Answers Chapter Six Devil May Cry Dante x Vergil 18 +++
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Dante x Vergil
By Annatar
VIOLENCE! Hints of implied heavy S&M, pain / death fetish implied. Yaoi / Slash / Incest
Chapter Six
Seven months later.
Okay, the fighting was still just as bad. The sex was ...something else, something out of this world, really. But as Vergil had once told Dante in a fit of scathing wrath, there was more to life --to existence--than the pursuit of the endless orgasm, the breathtaking climax, the --end all of sexual experiences. And they'd pretty much reached those heights, really --Dante was forever reading --the only thing he would read! --manuals and ancient tomes on lovemaking, and Vergil could honestly say that there were few apexes of pleasure that they hadn't reached together.
That part of all this was wonderful, chilling in its power and actual majesty.
And the love.
Of course, the love was the most important of all, by far. The love got them through things that most other twins--most other lovers -- would have never been able to bear up to, to manage. They had fallen into how many vats of shit and come out smelling like roses together, closer than before, the violence and anger really seeming to be the one catalyst that saved them.
They needed the bloodshed, the sweet pain of their clashes, the dark aphrodisiac of their wounding one another. As Dante had confessed one night in the midst of turbulent love, nothing made him harder than impaling Vergil with every blade at his disposal---and the elder understood, and had smiled, and --had felt a mutual sense of peace at this confession. They needed it, yes. It had gotten kinkier and more appalling, till the present state of affairs, Dante often simply throwing Vergil onto his back and thrusting first the merciless eros of Force Edge into Vergil's belly, and then using the font of blood as their oil ---sliding in with that other weapon-- Vergil moaning and thrashing in the near unbearable pain-pleasure-agony-ecstasy, and Dante touching the wound, fingering it, licking the blood.
Making his twin come almost to the point of unconsciousness.
Sometimes TO that point.
Dante looking down at Vergil, making sure he was watching as he tasted his lover's gore, grinning madly as they did in battle. Loving it, Vergil loving it, too.
"We're ILL. Dante. Quite, quite ill." But neither of them cared, and really, what the hell difference did it make? Even with Mary having fled, having seen too much blood and heard too many screams, her strong sense of self finally caving under the tremendous pressure, being around these two who were literally loving one another to the point of death. She had finally at last told them, as they stood naked and bloody in the front room, that they were going to go too far. That one night Dante --or maybe Vergil--would make a mistake. Something would go wrong, and the wounds wouldn't heal, or not fast enough. Something--was going to happen.
And then she left.
No more words, and Dante had shrugged, called after her, 'whatever!'. Vergil had closed his eyes and gone back into the bedroom. Waited for Dante to return--so they could finish.
That was four months ago.
Now a few more months and the place was a sty----Vergil had given up, and allowed it, Dante's seemingly relentless need for trash and filth taking over completely. Vergil remained in bed almost non stop, the two of them coming out only to shower, eat, shit and piss, and then it was back between the sheets. The sheets---had to be clean, this Vergil insisted on. Even Dante agreed there. Fuck, they put their faces against those pillowcases.
When Vergil awakened this morning, he looked around at the room, smelled the stink of sweat and rotting food, lust and loss and madness seeming to reek from every pore of the place. And then down to Dante, and his eyes softened with the gentleness of love.
The note was written in elegant and beautiful script, of course.
I'm harming you.
And I cannot ever do that again, I ...promised myself, I would never bring you to ruin again. It's as I feared, my lover. I have destroyed you, though in a way far different than I once threatened. I love you enough to cease, I love you enough to...make you try again, make you care again. Make you be alive again. My heart, Dante, my soul. I will return one day to you, and then you may punish me. But look at the ruin of what our love has brought.
You ..have given up all your humanity for the hell of my presence. Get well, Dante. Get well, and remember I love you, and this isn't forever.
This is only an interlude, to force you to yourself again.
I love you, Te.
V.
Vergil slipped out the door, desperate to kiss Dante one more time, telling himself as he had assured Dante in the note, it wasn't forever.
It wasn't.
Dante snored and rolled over, one brawny arm going around a pillow. Vergil smiled, and the moment he felt a tear begin to fall he moved out of the doorway completely, unwilling to look back again. There was no other way, how many talks had they had, how many times had Vergil pleaded and complained and demanded that things change, that they use reason again, that---they stopped living like animals on a breeding farm. It had been amusing the first couple of months, and then it had become alarming. And when Dante had finally revealed that he had bet all the money Mary had loaned him again and lost it, and clearly didn't care, clearly didn't even seem to grasp what it meant ---
Vergil knew.
For love, he had to take action.
The early morning light was still a pale purple-gold as he drifted towards the old haunts, the old dangerous places. Triggering made the distance easy. Landing lightly, Vergil stood on the towering clifftop, and surveyed what might have all been his. Lost in thought, and already missing his brother, he could be forgiven for not sensing the deadly approach behind him of the darkslaves of Mundus---could be, certainly, forgiven for having his mind so muddled that he was not able to defend himself properly -- and most of all, forgiven for the cry of pure anguish that was torn from his throat as they began to drag him downwards, the Portals ripped open again just for this occasion.