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Quick fic post:
Just Like Dad (*dies laughing* This is so wrong, really)
Genre: Devil May Cry; yaoi, M/M
Pairing: Vergil/Dante
Warnings: NC-17 baby. Twincest, yaoi, hot sweaty DMC boys rutting. Oh, and a REALLY fucked-up idea.
Summary: Dante had come to visit the family manor, see what had happened to the old abandoned thing, what he found there, was something he'd never expect: his father's favorite outfit. Dante shows Vergil his little 'surprise'--but it's Vergil's reaction that's REALLY the surprise.
Just Like Dad
So here he was…again-pushed up against the wall, mouth moving roughly against his own. His erection rubbed insistently against Dante’s velvet pants, and fingers grasped his shoulders, pinning him tightly against the wall.
Yes. Dante had velvet pants on. Purple, to be exact. The reason? Well there wasn’t really, he’d gone back to their empty family estate, to pay homage to something he’d think of later. To be honest, he’d just been being nostalgic lately and desired to go see their old home. He walked through the dusted halls, touched the old and cracking picture frames.
It was like walking through a ghost town in an Old Spaghetti Western. Cobwebs strung gracefully to the old, high-ceilinged rafters, and moths fluttered their way eerily through the doors to and fro.
Upon entering his parent’s room, the first thing that drew him in was his mother’s mirror and jewelry box, and the dusty bottles of jewel-colors perfumes, left there to eventually dry out over centuries. He ran his hands over the gilded jewelry box that had long been looted messily a long time ago by careless thieves.
Frowning, he looked up, eyes scanning the room as his gaze came across his father’s wardrobe. His eyebrows went up slowly as he opened it gently, and the hinges creaked in protest, drowning out his small gasp of surprise.
There it was.
His father’s favorite frock and leggings, boots and all. The shirt had been tucked into the jacket, and amazingly it was all still there. Dante grabbed it, hugging it close to himself. He was lucky it was his father’s frock and not one of his mother’s dresses, or he would have burst into tears.
Later, Vergil had stopped by, and they’d bickered over some petty business about the mold hugging the corners of his shop, and how irresponsible he was; before Dante had shut his twin up with a kiss and got up off the couch promising a surprise.
Vergil had simply quirked up his eyebrow, probably expecting a box of super-size pizza for dinner or something.
Instead the sight that greeted him soon after that was far from pizza. In fact, all thoughts of food or anything else had flown his mind when he caught the sight of his brother in his father’s favorite clothes, the maroon velvet thing, he’d always been so careful with.
Dante had been expecting a long laugh from this sort of thing, but got greeted with a flash of blue, and a hard wall hitting his back roughly. Or was it the back hitting the wall roughly? In any event, before any warning was given, forceful lips mashed against his own. His bell-sleeved wrists were expertly pinned against the wall above his head, and Dante gave his brother a questioning sound.
Lips left his already swollen ones to bite at his ears, and then he got his answer, “You don’t know how sexy you look in that, like a true son of Sparda.” He whispered hotly, lips brushing the shell of his sensitive ear. Dante moaned, unrestrained like he always did. It was the way he -said- things! They brought shivers down his spine as he grinned sheepishly. Purple velvet leggings were yanked down as he was entered roughly, a cry torn from his lips, quickly covered by his twin’s.
Dante smirked, grunting as Vergil thrust particularly hard. “You don’t fell like you’re fucking Dad?” He asked in between heated kisses and a nip to his bottom lip.
Vergil allowed a chuckle, “I’m fucking you aren’t I?” He tugged at Dante’s white locks, down instead of like his father’s pulled back hair.
“What-nnnggghhhh-the fuck is that…supposed to mean?!”
With another thrust, their coupling ended with another mind-numbing orgasm, spilling his seed all over the velvet of the pants, darkening in spots. Dante groaned loudly at the sight of this, heart-wrenching.
A bark of a laugh from Vergil, “Don’t worry, Dad will forgive us.”
End...Oh GOD..I can go to Hell in peace now. SPARRRRRRDAAAAAA~!!!
Just Like Dad (*dies laughing* This is so wrong, really)
Genre: Devil May Cry; yaoi, M/M
Pairing: Vergil/Dante
Warnings: NC-17 baby. Twincest, yaoi, hot sweaty DMC boys rutting. Oh, and a REALLY fucked-up idea.
Summary: Dante had come to visit the family manor, see what had happened to the old abandoned thing, what he found there, was something he'd never expect: his father's favorite outfit. Dante shows Vergil his little 'surprise'--but it's Vergil's reaction that's REALLY the surprise.
Just Like Dad
So here he was…again-pushed up against the wall, mouth moving roughly against his own. His erection rubbed insistently against Dante’s velvet pants, and fingers grasped his shoulders, pinning him tightly against the wall.
Yes. Dante had velvet pants on. Purple, to be exact. The reason? Well there wasn’t really, he’d gone back to their empty family estate, to pay homage to something he’d think of later. To be honest, he’d just been being nostalgic lately and desired to go see their old home. He walked through the dusted halls, touched the old and cracking picture frames.
It was like walking through a ghost town in an Old Spaghetti Western. Cobwebs strung gracefully to the old, high-ceilinged rafters, and moths fluttered their way eerily through the doors to and fro.
Upon entering his parent’s room, the first thing that drew him in was his mother’s mirror and jewelry box, and the dusty bottles of jewel-colors perfumes, left there to eventually dry out over centuries. He ran his hands over the gilded jewelry box that had long been looted messily a long time ago by careless thieves.
Frowning, he looked up, eyes scanning the room as his gaze came across his father’s wardrobe. His eyebrows went up slowly as he opened it gently, and the hinges creaked in protest, drowning out his small gasp of surprise.
There it was.
His father’s favorite frock and leggings, boots and all. The shirt had been tucked into the jacket, and amazingly it was all still there. Dante grabbed it, hugging it close to himself. He was lucky it was his father’s frock and not one of his mother’s dresses, or he would have burst into tears.
Later, Vergil had stopped by, and they’d bickered over some petty business about the mold hugging the corners of his shop, and how irresponsible he was; before Dante had shut his twin up with a kiss and got up off the couch promising a surprise.
Vergil had simply quirked up his eyebrow, probably expecting a box of super-size pizza for dinner or something.
Instead the sight that greeted him soon after that was far from pizza. In fact, all thoughts of food or anything else had flown his mind when he caught the sight of his brother in his father’s favorite clothes, the maroon velvet thing, he’d always been so careful with.
Dante had been expecting a long laugh from this sort of thing, but got greeted with a flash of blue, and a hard wall hitting his back roughly. Or was it the back hitting the wall roughly? In any event, before any warning was given, forceful lips mashed against his own. His bell-sleeved wrists were expertly pinned against the wall above his head, and Dante gave his brother a questioning sound.
Lips left his already swollen ones to bite at his ears, and then he got his answer, “You don’t know how sexy you look in that, like a true son of Sparda.” He whispered hotly, lips brushing the shell of his sensitive ear. Dante moaned, unrestrained like he always did. It was the way he -said- things! They brought shivers down his spine as he grinned sheepishly. Purple velvet leggings were yanked down as he was entered roughly, a cry torn from his lips, quickly covered by his twin’s.
Dante smirked, grunting as Vergil thrust particularly hard. “You don’t fell like you’re fucking Dad?” He asked in between heated kisses and a nip to his bottom lip.
Vergil allowed a chuckle, “I’m fucking you aren’t I?” He tugged at Dante’s white locks, down instead of like his father’s pulled back hair.
“What-nnnggghhhh-the fuck is that…supposed to mean?!”
With another thrust, their coupling ended with another mind-numbing orgasm, spilling his seed all over the velvet of the pants, darkening in spots. Dante groaned loudly at the sight of this, heart-wrenching.
A bark of a laugh from Vergil, “Don’t worry, Dad will forgive us.”
End...Oh GOD..I can go to Hell in peace now. SPARRRRRRDAAAAAA~!!!