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Title: Acerbus Sinus [Dark Secret]
Genre: Devil May Cry 3, Yaoi, M/M
Pairing: Vergil/Dante
Warnings: R. Parts here and there. (GO AHEAD, damn me for my vaugeness! Nyaaa, I'm tiered, it's four in the morning!) Twincest, hot, sweaty male on male action, my dears, don't like it, don't click. Don't flame. ^_^
Spoilers(?): Yes, might wanna beat the game to know where some of the referances come from, but nothing to really spoil your dinner, children.
Summary: He didn't know how he did it, but only Vergil could do it for him, only Vergil could make him think things he shouldn't.
Acerbus Sinus
He didn’t know what it was about him. Only he could have this effect on him! Something made him want to throw him down and fuck the daylights out of him, and then lean back and reflect about how subtle the differences between their appearances were afterwards.
Maybe it was because of the stature in which he held himself, the figure that oozed confidence, finesse-while his own stance oozed sex, and a charlatan air. He was a fake compared to his twin, the bad one, the weak one.
The human one.
All he had wanted to do from the start was prove to his brother that he wasn’t weak; he was worth something. And when he had gotten there, he even thought he’d succeeded. But looking down at where the scar on his hand was supposed to be, Dante doubted he’d convinced Vergil anything. Pacing the floorboards of Devil May Cry, thinking about it all, about -him-had driven him mad, restless beyond words.
At first he’d considered it just him missing the old days, counting on good ole’ Verge to show up and show him a good fight. That was how it had to be, right? But the more he thought, the more he caught himself thinking things he shouldn’t.
Things. Just things, really. Nothing really all that big, just a brother missing his twin, was all. Remembering the way Dante had seen through his veil of tears: Vergil’s lip quivering at Eva’s funeral; or the way his silver-blue eyes would glower in delight as their swords clashed and their adrenaline ran high. Or how one time, Dante had brushed his lips against Vergil’s experimentally when they where fourteen and unsure how kissing was done. His leather pants tightened a fraction at the unwelcome thought, and blood rushed to his cheeks. He hadn’t wanted to remember something like that.
That had been it though, these rebellious and unnecessary thoughts would slip into his train of thought, and dominate his senses; just like the maddening smell of Vergil’s sweat-moistened skin, the salty taste of it against his tongue.
He had tried to keep everything in his voice except for overwhelming happiness when a bloodied, familiar figure had shown up at his door, bell tinkling merrily above his ragged head. Tried to keep from barreling him over in a gripping hug, tried to stop from holding him too long in it, tried to stop from inhaling a lungful of the scent in his all-too familiar hair.
His twin hadn’t objected to either.
Dante had tried not to moan to loud as hands slid all over him, exploring, down his body just like he’d secretly wished they would ever since he’d passed sixteen and three-quarters. And he reminded himself for the umpteenth time as the head of his arousal was gripped in a large hand, identical to his own, feelings like these shouldn’t be held between brothers. Sensations like these…
But who better to know what makes you tick than your other half? Vergil had whispered hotly in his ear to answer his unspoken protest, making Dante respond with a wanton moan.
And all the restless nights and days spent pacing Devil May Cry, those embarrassing tears he’s even shed for him in front of Lady, all the regret he’d held for not being able to tell his twin, --his dark-- so many things…They’d all melted away to this, single heated moment in time, where Dante’s extremely dark secret had been revealed.
Sure, it hadn’t been in a confession of undying love, but something close. Vergil had pulled away from his choking embrace and brushed their lips together just like that night so many years back. Blue eyes widened to impossible proportions. And his twin had just slipped his lips past his ear, whispering something cheesy about how his ghost had come back to haunt him.
For a moment, Dante’s stomach constricted in cold fear at the thought being reality, but it was soon sent to the backburner as hot lips, along with teeth and tongue crushed against his own.
Next thing he knew, he was here, naked and moaning like an animal in heat, grunting at the things he didn’t even know Vergil knew how to do.
He didn’t know how he did it. Didn’t know what it was about him that when he looked up at him with those storm blue eyes, the expression in them that drove him to his mind-blowing climax, but he did it. And he was the only one who did it for him.
Dante’s toes curled, throwing his sweat-soaked hair back as an unrestrained cry tore itself from his throat. Well, not like he’d been restraining them before. His mind buzzed in a pleasant, bright-white through his whole body, thrumming every nerve and muscle into attention.
Lips brought themselves down onto his parted ones mercilessly, and he moaned at the lingering taste of himself in his twin’s mouth. Hands twined possessively around his body, pulling him closer.
Yeah. Vergil was the -only one- who could do it for him.
Title: Acerbus Sinus [Dark Secret]
Genre: Devil May Cry 3, Yaoi, M/M
Pairing: Vergil/Dante
Warnings: R. Parts here and there. (GO AHEAD, damn me for my vaugeness! Nyaaa, I'm tiered, it's four in the morning!) Twincest, hot, sweaty male on male action, my dears, don't like it, don't click. Don't flame. ^_^
Spoilers(?): Yes, might wanna beat the game to know where some of the referances come from, but nothing to really spoil your dinner, children.
Summary: He didn't know how he did it, but only Vergil could do it for him, only Vergil could make him think things he shouldn't.
Acerbus Sinus
He didn’t know what it was about him. Only he could have this effect on him! Something made him want to throw him down and fuck the daylights out of him, and then lean back and reflect about how subtle the differences between their appearances were afterwards.
Maybe it was because of the stature in which he held himself, the figure that oozed confidence, finesse-while his own stance oozed sex, and a charlatan air. He was a fake compared to his twin, the bad one, the weak one.
The human one.
All he had wanted to do from the start was prove to his brother that he wasn’t weak; he was worth something. And when he had gotten there, he even thought he’d succeeded. But looking down at where the scar on his hand was supposed to be, Dante doubted he’d convinced Vergil anything. Pacing the floorboards of Devil May Cry, thinking about it all, about -him-had driven him mad, restless beyond words.
At first he’d considered it just him missing the old days, counting on good ole’ Verge to show up and show him a good fight. That was how it had to be, right? But the more he thought, the more he caught himself thinking things he shouldn’t.
Things. Just things, really. Nothing really all that big, just a brother missing his twin, was all. Remembering the way Dante had seen through his veil of tears: Vergil’s lip quivering at Eva’s funeral; or the way his silver-blue eyes would glower in delight as their swords clashed and their adrenaline ran high. Or how one time, Dante had brushed his lips against Vergil’s experimentally when they where fourteen and unsure how kissing was done. His leather pants tightened a fraction at the unwelcome thought, and blood rushed to his cheeks. He hadn’t wanted to remember something like that.
That had been it though, these rebellious and unnecessary thoughts would slip into his train of thought, and dominate his senses; just like the maddening smell of Vergil’s sweat-moistened skin, the salty taste of it against his tongue.
He had tried to keep everything in his voice except for overwhelming happiness when a bloodied, familiar figure had shown up at his door, bell tinkling merrily above his ragged head. Tried to keep from barreling him over in a gripping hug, tried to stop from holding him too long in it, tried to stop from inhaling a lungful of the scent in his all-too familiar hair.
His twin hadn’t objected to either.
Dante had tried not to moan to loud as hands slid all over him, exploring, down his body just like he’d secretly wished they would ever since he’d passed sixteen and three-quarters. And he reminded himself for the umpteenth time as the head of his arousal was gripped in a large hand, identical to his own, feelings like these shouldn’t be held between brothers. Sensations like these…
But who better to know what makes you tick than your other half? Vergil had whispered hotly in his ear to answer his unspoken protest, making Dante respond with a wanton moan.
And all the restless nights and days spent pacing Devil May Cry, those embarrassing tears he’s even shed for him in front of Lady, all the regret he’d held for not being able to tell his twin, --his dark-- so many things…They’d all melted away to this, single heated moment in time, where Dante’s extremely dark secret had been revealed.
Sure, it hadn’t been in a confession of undying love, but something close. Vergil had pulled away from his choking embrace and brushed their lips together just like that night so many years back. Blue eyes widened to impossible proportions. And his twin had just slipped his lips past his ear, whispering something cheesy about how his ghost had come back to haunt him.
For a moment, Dante’s stomach constricted in cold fear at the thought being reality, but it was soon sent to the backburner as hot lips, along with teeth and tongue crushed against his own.
Next thing he knew, he was here, naked and moaning like an animal in heat, grunting at the things he didn’t even know Vergil knew how to do.
He didn’t know how he did it. Didn’t know what it was about him that when he looked up at him with those storm blue eyes, the expression in them that drove him to his mind-blowing climax, but he did it. And he was the only one who did it for him.
Dante’s toes curled, throwing his sweat-soaked hair back as an unrestrained cry tore itself from his throat. Well, not like he’d been restraining them before. His mind buzzed in a pleasant, bright-white through his whole body, thrumming every nerve and muscle into attention.
Lips brought themselves down onto his parted ones mercilessly, and he moaned at the lingering taste of himself in his twin’s mouth. Hands twined possessively around his body, pulling him closer.
Yeah. Vergil was the -only one- who could do it for him.