Answers Chapter Two 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 Two
He was shirtless, and this seemed to be the perfect sight to behold as Dante answered the door.
"Great, visitors. Just what I needed."
"Well, thanks, good to see you too. How's he doing?"
Lady came into the room with a small smile on her lips, sensing something that really defied her rational mind's ability to process it. A demon or even a half demon would have immediately recognized the scent of sex, of the sweat and effort of lust and passion, but she did not have a demonic sensitivity to such things. There was simply a preternatural heat, as if the thermostat had been cranked to perhaps 98 scorching degrees. "Good lord, do all demons have to bring the hellfire with them? It's an inferno in here, Dante."
She got the unintended joke, and stifled a laugh, because Dante seemed not to get it--or if he did, didn't like it.
"He's going to be okay. Nasty, as ever, but I think he'll be alright. I'm--working on him, to get over his bullshit. Nothin' much more I CAN do, right?"
"I guess not."
She walked to where she could just peek in the back room, and Vergil returned her gaze with his own haughty look of arrogance. She could feel his hate, and more than that, his utter, total, almost surreal scorn. She was nothing more to him than an insect, and she understood that. Turning back to Dante, glad to get away from Vergil's burning attention, she carefully made the offer:
"One of my uncles has a house out in the country, and he's offered to let me stay there--I accepted, but I really had you two in mind. I thought--might be good for --what you're trying to do. With Vergil--for him, I mean. You could still take cases, and maybe--" Dante was looking at her quizzically, and she finished hastily. "Maybe he could even start helping you. Eventually, I mean."
He began to pace, and she was beginning to worry if she had somehow said the wrong thing. He was so--so ODD about things, she never really knew what he was going to feel about anything. There was no gauging the guy. "I--need to know though, Just so I have an idea wh--" "Yeah. The answer is yes, and thanks. It's not anything I would have thought of, I owe money up the fuckin' shithole to everybody but God himself, as you know. But if it's free---?"
"At first of course, until you start getting some money in, and then help paying the bills would be appreciated. And Dante--you--you can't TRASH the place--"
Looking around at the multiple empties, the seemingly endless Chinese food containers and the leaning tower of empty pizza boxes, she shivered. "I'm just saying, is all. Vergil--does he eat, like you do, what does he like, I can have the place stocked by the time you get there--"
Dante finally lost his sour mood, and laughed. "Yeah, he eats, he's my twin, remember? We eat and shit and bleed just like you, well last I checked Vergil only shits pure gold nuggets, to hear his side of it, but yeah--yeah, he eats, he eats real people food, Lady." He sighed, and sat down behind the desk, long legs propped up on it. She noticed just how tight those jeans really were, suddenly, and blushed. "Look, I wasn't tryin' to be a bastard, it's just, I been tryin' to get him to talk to me. And then I had him by the short hairs and he was about to--or I think he was. Then I get the knock knock little mousie at the door. So I was cranky, yeah. Sorry."
"It's okay, I didn't know, of course. But you will have plenty of privacy out at this house, Dante."
"You gonna be there too?"
She flinched, his tone wounded her somehow, and that wasn't LIKE her. "I--don't have to be, but I thought--"
"Look, you're doin' US the favor, so it's your call. I just don't know if Vergil will cooperate at all with someone else around. I never know what the fuck he's gonna do from one day to the next."
"I'll come for a while, help you get settled in. And I'll stay out of his way, don't worry."
"Good, 'Cause the bastard's dangerous. More so than you know. He could hurt you--in ways--"
In ways I don't want to think about.
"Okay, here's the directions, and I'll go on out and buy some food, get it cleaned up a little. Here's the second key. I'll see you out there?"
"Sure. In the morning. Want a fresh start. And thanks, really, it's nice of you to do this."
"I want to do it, Dante. I want to help, you helped me, so returning that favor is--"
"Save it, I HATE smarmy sentiment. We're square now, okay? Let's just leave it there, babe."
After she left, he walked back in to his brother, who lay naked under the sheets, and regarding him with a suspicious eye. "Setting up a private torture chamber just for us, brother? Or maybe your little girlfriend is gonna play too?"
"She's not my girlfriend, and you know that. Don't be so fucking dense, bro. And it ain't gonna be a torture chamber, although maybe I could reach you faster that way. I know what you like, Vergil. You gotta remember that. It ain't no secret to me, I know you, I remember the shit from when we were kids. When we were fighting, I saw that look on your face. Even in pain, you looked like you were gonna come in your pants. Maybe because of the pain, I guess. So don't pretend that idea bothers you. If anything, your torture is me not giving that shit to you at all--just nice and easy, no violence, no blades, no blood. So yeah, maybe it will be a torture, in a way, 'cause you're a sick puppy, Verg."
Vergil smiled, and it was a genuine smile this time. "So smug, so sure. Maybe you shouldn't be, Dante. Maybe I'll surprise you, in ways you never see coming at all."
"Yeah, but since I already expect that, it ain't a surprise, see?"
Well, the mood for talking was broken now, and Dante slid the jeans off his narrow hips, gracelessly clambering into the hospital bed next to Vergil, who groaned and frowned darkly. Grinning, he caught his brother's lips in a kiss, at first refused and then resentfully allowed--and then the lush mouth opened to permit deeper probing. Dante felt his brother's body tense against him, the powerful arms straining against the restraints, the breathing sharpening to a soft hiss.
There would be no voiced permission given, no cries of adoration or whispered vows of deathless love between them.
"Dante..."
"Shh...................don't spoil it by talking, baby.."