GOD DAMN YOU VERGIL!!!
Hah, did that get you attention? *grins* Well, it's your fault you made me spawn these...these blasphemous pieces of work! It's because you lent me the mangas! DAMN YOU! COULDN'T YOU LEAVE ME BE?!!! (Eh, thank me, these are gifts to pay you back)
First off is the drabble:
Library Lovin'
Genre: Devil May Cry (pre-game); Yaoi
Pairing: Young seme!Dante/Lusty teen!Vergil
Warnings: Um..NC-17 just in case. Yaoi, twincest, jacking off, blood, hot boy on boy loveliness.
Summary: What's more beautiful than two brother who can provide for eachother?
Somehow, they’d stumbled into the library of the manor, trailing blood and shoving each other further into the darker corners of the musty place. He couldn’t even remember where he’d dropped Rebellion as Vergil ran his lips tentatively over his lips, missing its familiar weight he’d only just gotten used to.
But he could get used to this kind of thing, too.
He let Vergil pull the collar of his red coat as he backed up against a column in a dark corner of the sprawling library. Lips met hotly and a bit awkwardly, sharing one of their few kisses between themselves. Dante didn’t even know what had done it this time.
They’d been sparring and Yamato had dealt some pretty nasty gashes to his back, ripping his coat to his vexation. His pretty mouth had slipped some colorful curses and he’d beat Vergil over the head with Rebellion, sending him sliding across the yard. Maybe it was because he’s pounced on him angrily after that, rubbing their clothed bodies a little too temptingly after that. Vergil had just hastily stopped him and gave him ‘that’ look. “House. Now.” He’d gritted through his teeth.
Vergil was already panting in visible breaths in the unseasonably cold darkness of the room. Candles from the far right cast his face into wanton shadows and darkened his already cloudy eyes into a grey-yellow shine. Dante leaned in to capture his lips, turning hesitant, unsure kisses into a heated battle of tongues. It was still a little strange to them both, they’d never kissed anyone but each other before-they didn’t know how things worked. But Vergil would grudgingly agree that his brother was a natural at these things.
Gasping they broke their kiss, panting for air as they realized they’d forgotten to breathe. Vergil’s fingernails had painfully dug into the skin of his arm, but he didn’t care, he didn’t even mind the healing wounds on his back. Vergil was all he cared about right now, he was the ticket to relieving this tightness in his pants. This was their agreement, after all. They’d show each other the ropes, how to do things…like this for knowledge for the future.
That was the agreement…but Vergil had come to think he wouldn’t do it with anyone else. He didn’t want to. Dante did things to him, knowing without really knowing how to pleasure him despite their inexperience. He had a way of flicking his tongue just the right way in his mouth, or licking in just the right place to bring him off the brink of sanity…There couldn’t possibly be anyone else who knew these things about him, his young mind thought, caught up in a tumultuous whirl of thoughts, jerking in shock as Dante grabbed the front of his pants with just the right amount of pressure to make him hiss quietly. “You wanna do ‘it’?” Was the slightly familiar phrase in his ear, then a playful nip at the lobe. A hand reached up to grab his and presses it up against the wall to brace them. Their fingers laced with each others.
“Ah…God, just help me out here.” Vergil bit out in response as that hand rubbed him through his pants. It dove in just as Vergil’s own hand reached into Dante’s jeans to take out his growing hard-on.
It never ceased to rub at his chagrin how Dante’s was slightly larger than his own. Dante grabbed both from him an rubbed them in his palm slowly before Vergil’s hesitant hand joined in. It was only a few moments before both teens were brought to a gasping orgasm that wracked their young bodies. It felt way too short, but it had gotten the job done.
Dante stared at his wet hand for a moment before shrugging an rubbing it off on the back of his pants. Vergil wrinkled his nose in distaste, “Come on, Dad’s waiting.”
“Yeah.” The other laughed, watching the color slowly dissipate from his brother’s face-wondering, if it was okay if they could stay like this for a while longer? Providing release for the other, along with a sparring partner.
He frowned. How much longer would this last?
My second gift: The matching fanart(Note-NOT quite worksafe):
Library Lovin'
PS: Lookit my Icon, Dammit. XD
First off is the drabble:
Library Lovin'
Genre: Devil May Cry (pre-game); Yaoi
Pairing: Young seme!Dante/Lusty teen!Vergil
Warnings: Um..NC-17 just in case. Yaoi, twincest, jacking off, blood, hot boy on boy loveliness.
Summary: What's more beautiful than two brother who can provide for eachother?
Somehow, they’d stumbled into the library of the manor, trailing blood and shoving each other further into the darker corners of the musty place. He couldn’t even remember where he’d dropped Rebellion as Vergil ran his lips tentatively over his lips, missing its familiar weight he’d only just gotten used to.
But he could get used to this kind of thing, too.
He let Vergil pull the collar of his red coat as he backed up against a column in a dark corner of the sprawling library. Lips met hotly and a bit awkwardly, sharing one of their few kisses between themselves. Dante didn’t even know what had done it this time.
They’d been sparring and Yamato had dealt some pretty nasty gashes to his back, ripping his coat to his vexation. His pretty mouth had slipped some colorful curses and he’d beat Vergil over the head with Rebellion, sending him sliding across the yard. Maybe it was because he’s pounced on him angrily after that, rubbing their clothed bodies a little too temptingly after that. Vergil had just hastily stopped him and gave him ‘that’ look. “House. Now.” He’d gritted through his teeth.
Vergil was already panting in visible breaths in the unseasonably cold darkness of the room. Candles from the far right cast his face into wanton shadows and darkened his already cloudy eyes into a grey-yellow shine. Dante leaned in to capture his lips, turning hesitant, unsure kisses into a heated battle of tongues. It was still a little strange to them both, they’d never kissed anyone but each other before-they didn’t know how things worked. But Vergil would grudgingly agree that his brother was a natural at these things.
Gasping they broke their kiss, panting for air as they realized they’d forgotten to breathe. Vergil’s fingernails had painfully dug into the skin of his arm, but he didn’t care, he didn’t even mind the healing wounds on his back. Vergil was all he cared about right now, he was the ticket to relieving this tightness in his pants. This was their agreement, after all. They’d show each other the ropes, how to do things…like this for knowledge for the future.
That was the agreement…but Vergil had come to think he wouldn’t do it with anyone else. He didn’t want to. Dante did things to him, knowing without really knowing how to pleasure him despite their inexperience. He had a way of flicking his tongue just the right way in his mouth, or licking in just the right place to bring him off the brink of sanity…There couldn’t possibly be anyone else who knew these things about him, his young mind thought, caught up in a tumultuous whirl of thoughts, jerking in shock as Dante grabbed the front of his pants with just the right amount of pressure to make him hiss quietly. “You wanna do ‘it’?” Was the slightly familiar phrase in his ear, then a playful nip at the lobe. A hand reached up to grab his and presses it up against the wall to brace them. Their fingers laced with each others.
“Ah…God, just help me out here.” Vergil bit out in response as that hand rubbed him through his pants. It dove in just as Vergil’s own hand reached into Dante’s jeans to take out his growing hard-on.
It never ceased to rub at his chagrin how Dante’s was slightly larger than his own. Dante grabbed both from him an rubbed them in his palm slowly before Vergil’s hesitant hand joined in. It was only a few moments before both teens were brought to a gasping orgasm that wracked their young bodies. It felt way too short, but it had gotten the job done.
Dante stared at his wet hand for a moment before shrugging an rubbing it off on the back of his pants. Vergil wrinkled his nose in distaste, “Come on, Dad’s waiting.”
“Yeah.” The other laughed, watching the color slowly dissipate from his brother’s face-wondering, if it was okay if they could stay like this for a while longer? Providing release for the other, along with a sparring partner.
He frowned. How much longer would this last?
My second gift: The matching fanart(Note-NOT quite worksafe):
Library Lovin'
PS: Lookit my Icon, Dammit. XD