DEVIL MAY CRY - ANONYMOUS KINK MEME
THE DEVIL MAY CRY ANONYMOUS KINK MEME
What this is:
In case it's not self-explanatory, we'll spell this out for you. Anonymous--meaning that everything posted on here is exactly that. Anon commenting is on, IP logging is off. The only one that will know who you are is you. Kink--meaning behavior (typically sexual) that deviates from what is ( Read more... )
What this is:
In case it's not self-explanatory, we'll spell this out for you. Anonymous--meaning that everything posted on here is exactly that. Anon commenting is on, IP logging is off. The only one that will know who you are is you. Kink--meaning behavior (typically sexual) that deviates from what is ( Read more... )
Clipped, icy voice, but he hears the hitch in the word, knows that it's driving Vergil out of his mind to be pinned like this, chained like this, screwed into the ground like this, and Dante fucking loves this. And he'll move when he damn well pleases. He bares his teeth and jerks the lean legs around his waist up higher, shifts them over the crook of his elbow and up to splay across his shoulders and back. Better, 'cause now Dante can see a little bit more of that facade crack- Vergil's expression twists as he tosses his head back, and the line of that pale, strained torso is too tempting for Dante to pass up. He starts at the throat, licks his way down to the collar and thinks how easy it would be to just crush those delicate bones right now. They'd heal, and he'd be free to keep on breaking them again and again, just like his brother keeps coming back to break him, again and again.
So very tempting.
He places a light kiss just below, enjoys the way he can get the body under him to hide its shivers when he blows lightly across the wet trails, then sinks his teeth into that porn perfect chest.
The taste of it drowns out his brother's snarl of outrage. God, the fucking taste. Vergil's blood- their blood. He feels each drop on his lips, watches the trickles flow away from the neat bitemark in front of him. They're hot, almost scalding, and bittersweet, and when his tongue darts out to lap them away, he's brought back, just for a little, just for a moment, to when they were kids, to when his brother actually gave a goddamn about anything except himself, and Dante'd try to kiss some hurt away.
He digs his fingers- no, claws- in after every splatter of blood that he washed away, and the memories get shoved farther back to where they belong with every new crimson line. Vergil's thrashing harder, now, and Dante has to bodily slam him into the floor to get him to stop. He likes the dazed, lost look on his brother and lets his hips curl up, forward, to slide himself deeper into the tight slick of Vergil. They both groan, long and loud. Fucking masochist, he thinks, and shoves in fast next time. Dante's perfectly the same, and he knows that he wears an identical face whenever Vergil manages to hurt him again.
Dante forces a rhythm that's neither relaxed nor easy, but one that will last, because that's what he wants right now, for time to stand still, and he needs every precious minute to mark his grievances in his brother's flesh. There's stale sweat and blood in the air, and something gritty, metallic that prickles over his skin. He gently carves another line, this one with a jagged flourish at each tip that edges the heaving ribs under his palms, and leans back. Vergil's eyes are vacant, colorless, and the chains around his brother's arms creak forebodingly. Dante smiles, grimly, and the world explodes around them.
He doesn't know- doesn't particularly care- whether it's the violent bucking that nearly twists him off, or if it's the sudden, wild lunge upward and fangs closing at his throat that just tips him over the edge, but all that matters is rush of power and mindless need of his devil form.
That, and fucking his bastard of a brother into the ground.
~o0o~
BECAUSE ANONYMOUS BELIEVES IN TOUGH LOVE. That, and Vergil is kind of an asshole. Sorry for the brevity. ._.
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