Answers Chapter One 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 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?”